I was new in town and had just moved into an apartment complex. It was quaint and very spacious. It had a little fireplace and a huge hot tub. Everyone was real nice to me. Especially the little kids and the teenagers.
The next day I went to the laundry mat. I was putting my clothes into the washing machine, when a tall, thin, and hansom man walked in. Right then and there, I frose. Then I ducked down. I was in an old shirt, faded jeans, and my hair was a mess. Then he left. I sighed in relief. There was something different about him. He looked like the quiet and serious type. Soft humored and loveable.
When I got home, I fixed myself up. I put on something casual and sprayed myself with the new perfume I bought. I walked around the whole building looking for that man, but he was nowhere in sight. I went back to my apartment. I was searching for my keys in my purse. When I found them, I accidently dropped them on the floor. I bent down to pick them up, but then I bumped my head against someone elses. I almost fell to the ground, but that person caught me and held me tightly against their body. I slowly looked up, and it was him! I was about to fall again, so he quickly grabbed me around my waist again.
"Whoo now. You must of hit your head pretty hard there." He picked up my keys and unlocked the door with one hand, and he held me with the other. Then he picked me up off my feet and walked into my apartment. He gently laid me down on the sofa, and ran into the bathroom to get me a wet towel. He placed it on top of my head and sat down next to me.
"How's your head feel'n?" he asked me in a deep
and caring voice.
"Fine" I replied. "So are you new in town ?"
"Yeah I just moved here today" I said.
" And umm, what's your name?" he asked.
"It's Samantha."
"Oh really. That's a very lovely name.""Well thank you Mr.--"
"It's Mike, Michael Nesmith that is."
Mike looked at me and asked "Are you a photographer?"
"No, I am writer" I said to him.
"Do you write songs?"
"No, why do you ?"
"Who me?" Mike said in a suprised voice. "Naw, I'm a vocalist" he said back to
me.
"Oh really. Are you any good?"
"Well I hope so!" he said in a laughitive voice.
"Sing something for me."
"I can't " he said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Well, I don't have a guitar."
"Well I do" I said in a flashy voice.
I got up and took out a guitar from the closet, and handed it to Mike.
"What do
you want me to sing?" he asked.
"Anything."
"Umm, I know. I just wrote a new song. It's called Sometime in the Morning. I
wrote it for one of my friends to sing."
He held the guitar tightly, and started to play. Then he started to sing. At
that moment, I could barely breathe. His singing was so wonderful and so
different. I fell in love with a complete stranger.
After he finished singing that song he sang six more songs. Angel Band,
Little Red Rider, Hollywood ,Sunny Girlfriend, Sweet Young Thing,
and finally Papa Gene's Blues.
Every single song, I loved so so much. Then Mike jumped to his feet and said "I
have an idea!"
He quickly took out a sheet of paper and a pencil from his back
pocket, and wrote something down. About seven minutes later, he grabbed the
guitar and said to me " I wrote this song, Especially for you. It's called You
Just May Be The One."He started to sing.... All men must have someone have someone (and so on)
It was the most beautiful song I have ever heard in my entire life. The
words were used so perfectly, and his voice was so lovely !
When he finished, he threw down his guitar and kissed me. This kiss was so
wonderful and different at the same time. His lips were pressed hard against
mine. Then he kissed me only on my bottom lip. He slowly got up off his knees
and sat next to me. He touched his hand to my cheek. Then he barely kissed me.
I put my hands on his chest and slowly moved my way up. When I got to his neck,
I wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him. Then I noticed that I was sitting
on top of him. Mike quickly flipped me over and laid down on top of me.
He kissed me on my lips, and then on my chin. He moved his way down,
kissing my neck, then the bottom of my neck, then the top of my chest, and then
he unbottoned my shirt.
The next morning I woke up. I was wearing the shirt that Mike was wearing
the other night, and laying on his chest. Then I got up and went into my room
to change. When I came back to check on Mike, he was still asleep. I sat down next
to him and I watched him sleep. He looked so peacful and relaxed. Then he woke
up.
He smiled at me and said "You have great legs."
I softly giggled. Then
our eyes were locked together. Our faces were slowly getting closer and closer
until our lips met. When the kiss ended, we looked deep into each others eyes
with passion and devotion. At that moment, I could tell that Mike really love
me. And he knew that I really love him too.