electrifying.

When I am dead, my dearest, sing no sad songs for me; plant thou no roses at my head, nor shady cypress tree: be the green grass above me with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

[wazwowski]

“Not in the mood for socializing with other people, Sam?” Mikayla giggled at how true the statement seemed, Sam didn’t look like he was one for interacting with rarely anyone. Mikayla just happened to be one of the people that wouldn’t stop bothering him but she had a small sense that there was a small part of him that enjoyed her company.

[fckshock]

“when am i actually ever in the mood for socializing, mikayla?”

[wazwowski]

Right now Michael is stuck on the stage of depression in the seven stages of grief. All that was left was acceptance but there was doubt he’d ever reach that stage. He had gone through so much shock, denial and definitely so much anger. The death of Sharon had also triggered his memories about his father’s death. He went through the same process when he was in high school but only this was worse. When his father died, he was mainly very angry but now he is just very depressed. Maybe it was because he had a better connection to his mother. After his father passed, he made sure to keep his mother close to him, he even worried about her while he was away at college. He disregarded that lump in his throat and the tears in his eyes. “Okay, good. We should be leaving now.” Michael kissed her back, giving him the strength to last a few moments without totally breaking down. “Thank you.” He whispered, not daring to say it any louder in fear his voice would break.

[fckshock]

“I’ll drive,” Samantha said, knowing that Mike was in state to drive or even thinking about driving. They stood there for a few more moments, her arms wrapped his neck, her thumbs making small circles in a soothing motion on his skin as she looked up at him. Her heels gave her some height but he was still a bit taller than her, which she had always loved ( though she would never admit to loving anything that made her seem weak ). Samantha stared up at Mike, their eyes locked but she didn’t say anything and he didn’t say anything, they just stood there in silence and her hands made their ways to his cheeks where she brushed away his tears. The brunette gave her husband a sad smile and dropped her arms. “Of course. Are you all ready? Do you have the flowers? And... the keys-- where are the keys?”

[wazwowski]

“It actually does, but that’s not the point. He’s probably—” better than me. Michael was not about to admit his jealousy. It’s true though, the guy that looked at Sammy could have been and he didn’t want to lose this small window of opportunity to be on a date with Samantha. Turns out he lost it anyways once he put up a fight. “Never mind. I don’t want to talk about it anymore, just drop it.”

[fckshock]

“Ah, my knight in shining armour, what would I do without you?” Sammy rolled her eyes. “He’s probably ten times the dick you are and he reeked of cheap weed, beer and sweat. He drives a Saturn, probably 2009 or later. Most likely right handed by the creases on his hand and his suit and shoes were the cheap brands from Wal-Mart. So obviously he’s on his way to the club that has all of those prostitutes hanging around outside-- or coming back from one from the cheap lipstick on his cheek-- unless he likes to wear it in his free times. You’ve got nothing to worry about so far. Lets just-- get you some ice for that.”

[wazwowski]

“You’re right, that’s not all I hear.” She chewed on her bottom lip, “Criminal Law.”

[fckshock]

“what else do you hear, mick?” sam raised his eyebrows, a mischievious smirk on his lips. “criminal law? nice. that’s hot.”

[fckshock]

samantha wished that she could empathize with her husband, but she couldn't. she tried her best to but she was so distant about emotions, even as an adult. samantha squeezed her husband's hand softly again. it was the only way that she could think of to comfort him. she knew mike, he didn't need her to tell him that everything was going to be okay, because it wasn't. his mom had just died, the only way to really comfort him was through affection. like when she came home beaten and bruised or when they had gone through all of those miscarriages... "yeah, they should be waiting in the car," she said with a nod and pulled him into a soft kiss, her hand caressing his cheek. "I'll be right there, okay? just like I always am," in case you can't make it through the speech.

[fckshock]

"must get your girlfriends really turned on when you fight someone like that, right?" sammy said and rolled her eyes, obviously annoyed. "just because someone flirts with me or godforbid looks at me a certain way doesn't mean that I'm interested. if I was I wouldn't be on a date with you."

[fckshock]

"I'm sure that's not all you hear," sam chuckled. "what's the subject? i'm sure I could be of assistance..."

[fckshock]

"or we could order delivery and it can come to us. genius, right?"

[fckshock]

"actually when you break your spine I'll be rushing you to the hospital and they'll be the ones kissing your boo-boo's."

[wazwowski]

“Now that’s just plain mean. You hurt me, Sam.” Mikayla quietly giggled to herself, thinking he didn’t actually mean what he said. “I’m fine, nothing is going to happen.. I hope.” She said trying to balance herself on the very tall stool, imitating something she saw online.

[fckshock]

"you're going to fall and break your leg... your spine... something."

[wazwowski]

There was only one way to describe how Michael was feeling: depressed. Granted, his mother did pass and the only response he had for how he was feeling was ‘I don’t know’. He sluggishly got out of bed the morning of the funeral and dreaded every moment that passed. It was hard for him to accept the fact that now both of his parents were gone. The people that raised him and made him the man he was now are dead. “Samantha,” Michael directed towards the one he loved. “I don’t think I can do this.”

[fckshock]

samantha never knew her parents, so she could never empathize. but she had grown to love her mother in law like she might have loved her own mother. they spent holidays together and she learned more about being a mother from sharon. she was so kind and warm, samantha wondered what it was like for mike to grow up with Sharon as a mother. it must have been nice. taking his hands in hers, samatha nodded. "I know," she squeezed his hand. "you don't have to," she said in a quiet and soothing voice she hardly had to use.

[wazwowski]

“So soon ??” Michael had seen the look on her face, it was like seeing a flower slowly wilting away. Such affect led him to be an actual gentleman and listen for once. “Sure..”

[fckshock]

"maybe if you hadn't been an idiot this would have gone much better," sammy started walking in the other direction and back towards the dorms.

[wazwowski]

“And pass up an opportunity for sex ?? I may be socially unacceptable at times, but I’m not crazy.”

[fckshock]

"well... beg to differ. anyways, when you're done with this boring homework you should drop by my dorm."

[wazwowski]

“Are you kidding? I’d really, really, really like that.”

[fckshock]

“wait, shit. is this the part where it’s all a trick and you’re just trying to see my reaction?”

[wazwowski]

“I don’t either but I’m glad you said yes.”

[fckshock]

“well can you take me home?”

[wazwowski]

“What exactly did you have in mind?”

[fckshock]

“i don’t think you’d be up for it. it requires minimum clothing...”

[wazwowski]

“Yes, you really are that short. You are one of the shortest people I’ve ever met.” Michael gazed upon the little girl, not wanting to look away but he had to otherwise he’d stare forever. “I can get my own ice, you offered it though. Thank you for the ice, by the way.”

[fckshock]

“i don’t even know why i agreed to go on this stupid date with you.”