The Songs in Our Hearts: A Young Adult Romance(16)

“I’m not, Jen,” I mumbled. “I don’t even know him all that well.” It was probably best if it stayed that way.

“I’m just saying,” Jennifer said with a raised brow. “I have a feeling you’d jump on that if you had the opportunity.”

My stomach started to churn, and it suddenly became hard to swallow. I was going to be sick. But why? Why did I feel this way? I was over-reacting over nothing—over a stupid boy and a stupid rumor.

“I don’t have a crush on Micah Jacobs. How many times do I have to say that?”

“Fine, fine!” Jennifer lifted her hands in surrender. “I give up.”

“Thank you,” I said, exasperated. I felt bad for being harsh with my friend, but I just didn’t want it getting out of hand. Looking over at Micah, I took notice of the way he laughed with his buddies. His smile so genuine and contagious, I found myself smiling in turn. With his dark brown gaze, he studied the person he was talking to, giving them his undivided attention. My hands became clammy as I remembered the way he concentrated those eyes on me the day before. My phone buzzed again, which snapped me back to reality.





MICAH: Like what u see? ;)





I made sure I didn’t look at him again for the rest of the lunch period.





Screenplay Project - Frankenstein Micah Jacobs & Caroline Blake





EXT. FRANKENSTEIN MANSION



Victor Frankenstein sits in the parlor room, hand against his forehead, grieving the loss of his mother.



Elizabeth enters the room, also distraught, and sits down beside Victor. She grabs his hand.



Elizabeth:

Victor, please don’t push me away from you.



Victor looks up.



Victor:

I wish I had the ability to bring her back. I wish I had God’s power in creating life.



Elizabeth:

(horrified) You can’t mean that!



Victor looks to Elizabeth.



Victor:

(serious) I do mean that, Elizabeth. If you were to die, I would do whatever I could to bring you back to me. No matter the cost. I will do what I can to prove that a man can create life from the dead.



Elizabeth:

You’re speaking madness!



Victor:

The only madness I feel is my love for you!



Victor grabs Elizabeth and kisses her.





Micah and I sat together at a long, oak desk in the corner of the school library. We were surrounded by shelves of old yearbooks that seemed to go back all the way to the thirties. Thankfully, the desk was out of view of the librarians working at the main desk. Mostly all the other students at the library during their free period flocked to the computer section. We both had a study hall, and decided to meet up to go over the outline of the screenplay he had written. Scanning over his notebook, I quickly realized Micah was well aware of what he was doing.

“This kinda sounds like a soap opera. The whole, ‘the only madness I feel is my love for you,’ is just…a little over the top.” I giggled.

“Well, you know, they say drama and sex sells.” Micah pulled his notebook away from me and positioned it in front of himself. “Victor is going through a hard time. Anyway, I just wanted to know your opinion.”

“I think we need to work on this. I mean, using his mother’s death is a great way to show Victor’s motivation, but…” I used my pencil to point to the last bit of dialogue.

“The kissing thing…? Really, Micah?” I let out a sigh. “I already told you, I’m not kissing anyone for this film.”

He drew a line through the last stage direction. “Fine. I’ll just rework it.”

“How about we rework it together,” I suggested. “It is our project.”

“I realize that,” Micah said, writing down a few words in the corner of his notebook. I noticed he wrote “Kiss on cheek?” He really wasn’t going to give this up, was he? I glared at him while he wasn’t looking, and turned away as he lifted his head.

“We could meet up tonight if you want,” Micah murmured. “To work on it.”

“Where? At the library in town, or…?” As I tapped my pencil against the desk, I noticed the time from the clock hanging over the librarian’s desk. We had about twenty more minutes left to our study hall and hadn’t accomplished much.

“We could meet up there, if you want. Or at your house,” he added. “I wouldn’t really recommend my house. Too much going on there.”

“Is your family doing renovations?” I asked absentmindedly.

“Nah, not really,” Micah said, brushing a hand through his hair. “There’s just no room to spread out and work on a project.”

“Not even your bedroom?” I probably shouldn’t have asked that question. I probably gave him the wrong impression of me... Shut up, Charlie. Just shut up now.

“Anxious to see my bedroom?” He winked. “I know; I seem to have that effect on a lot of women. Don’t feel embarrassed.”

“Uh…I’m not interested in your room. I was just asking, that’s all.” I added an ‘Ew’ under my breath, too.