Here's the sequel to Take My Breath Away. It picks up right where TMBA ended but this fic is in Michaela's POV. I'm going to warn everyone in advance that the first chapter is a little (okay not a little) sappy, but hopefully the next chapters will be much lighter haha. (Thank you again to Kerry who convinced me to write a sequel even though TMBA was not yet done at that time haha and for being my awesome proofreader :D)
For those who haven't read TMBA yet, here's the link:
http://jonasbrothersfan.com/Community/Forum/tabid/265/forumid/62/threadid/895230/scope/posts/Default.aspx
And for the rest of you who have read TMBA and still want to know more about Kevin & Michaela, here's chapter 1 :)
Chapter 1
-Michaela’s POV-
By the time I had gotten to the house I had stopped crying. Lugging my feet up the staircase I saw the door to Megan’s room slightly open. Taking a peek, I saw that my older sister was on her bed, her back leaning on the headboard as she was reading yet another book. Knocking softly on her door, she turned to me and smiled, but quickly frowned when she probably saw the expression on my face.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked as she lifted her covers so I could snuggle up next to her. She placed her book down and motioned that I place my head on her lap. My reply was simply a huge sigh as I curled up next to her. Immediately her fingers started running through my hair as she tried to soothe me. My sister has always been my rock. She has this amazing sisterly instinct where she just knows when I’m down in the dumps or upset and just really stays with me until I’m ready to talk. She knows when to give me space and just wait for me to talk and when to really get it out of me so I don’t bottle it up.
“I ran into Kevin today”
Megan’s fingers suddenly froze and she pulled her hand back.
“Where? How? What happened?” she started asking.
“On my way home I thought I’d visit his best friend, Ava, and bring her flowers, and he was there…”
“Did he see you?”
I nodded as I shifted my head in her lap so I was now facing the ceiling instead of her wall, “We talked”
“A good talk or a bad talk?” she asked as she resumed stroking my hair.
“Good I guess. He apologized for pushing me into something I wasn’t ready for. And he said he was still willing to wait for me. And, well, I heard him admit that he loves me…”
“He does?” she asked excitedly. “Wait, you’re not happy about that…” she said as she peered down to look at me.
“I am” I said, letting out a small smile. “Really, I am” I repeated, trying to convince myself as much as I was trying to convince her.
“Yeah? Well you sure are frown-y for a girl who found out that the guy she likes loves her…” Megan pointed out.
“I know… It’s just… Why me? Why would he be willing to emotionally invest in someone like me?”
“Ela, why not you? From what you’ve told me about him you two seem perfect together. Sure, you both have your own baggage, but so does everyone else in the world. You can’t let your past ruin your future, Ela”
I sighed. I knew that. But knowing something is different from actually doing it. It’s just… difficult.
“You like him don’t you?” she asked.
“You know I do” I told her, “But Mei? Why is it so easy for him to admit his feelings? We’ve only known each other for like half a year…”
“Ela, the heart has reasons that reason cannot understand”
Of course my sister would decide to go philosophical on me. But who was I kidding, of course she was right.
“I’m scared, Mei…”
“Scared of what?” she asked.
“To admit that I like him and then to lose him. You know I suck at relationships Mei. The first and only real relationship I had, I gave up when things became difficult… And look what happened…”
“Michaela” she said sternly, “How many times do I have to tell you that what happened to Mark was not your fault? Besides, it’s not like it was an impulsive decision. We both know how you spent weeks trying to figure out if your long distance relationship was still going to work. And Ela, admit it… It was already doomed even before he left…”
“I did love him Mei…”
“I know you did. And I know that he loved you too. But relationships are supposed to help you grow, not pull you back. So breaking up with him at that time was the mature and smart decision. Now, the accident was not your fault. It was an ac-ci-dent” Megan said, stressing her last word.
“You said it yourself, Kevin understands you in ways that no one else can. And you’re happy with him. Ela, I can’t assure you that things between you and Kevin will be smooth-sailing. But no relationship ever is. It takes two people for a relationship to work. I’m not saying go and dive into that relationship, what I am saying is that don’t completely dismiss the idea of having a relationship with him. You know deep in your heart that he’s an amazing guy, Ela… and that you two just, I don’t know, ‘jive’”
“I hate you for being logical” I grumbled with a small smile on my face, resulting to her poking my side.
I let out a sigh before continuing, “I told him I’d want to be friends for now”
“Well, that’s a start. What did he say?”
“He said he’d like that. And he said that he was willing to wait.”
“One of these days I’m going to have to meet this Kevin. Does he have an older brother?” she laughed, making me chuckle as well.
“Cause that would go well with Gabe, huh?” I teased, referring to her fiancé. “And no, Kevin’s the eldest. And I don’t really plan on pimping his younger brothers who are happily attached”
“Oh darn!” Megan pretended to be disappointed.
“Mei, why do you have to live so far away? Why can’t you and Gabe live here, huh? I need you. So you can knock some sense into me when I’m being stupid…”
“Because… You have to live your own life and learn from your own mistakes. And besides, I’ll be here for the next couple of weeks. And you can always call me, and visit me. And then we’ll see each other at the wedding…”
“You’re getting married, you’re leaving me” I pretended to pout.
“Ela” Megan smiled, “Really, my one wish for you is you finally find that guy who will love you the way you deserve to be loved”
“…And that I love him back” I pointed out.
“And that you’re not afraid to love him back” she corrected me.
“Ela, loving someone – hell, just liking someone – shouldn’t be this exhausting. It should be fun! Let go of your past and don’t worry too much. Just breathe and let everything that’s bound to happen, happen.”
“Just breathe,” I repeated.
If I just breathe
Let if feel the space between
I’ll know everything is alright
Breathe
“Breathe”, Michelle Branch
