I was very angry with Mike for what had happened with the barrels of oil, and we didn't speak to each other for a very long time. He was unable to speak to me and I was unable to speak to him, it was a mutual agreement to not speak to one another for a while.
Soon, it was getting increasingly difficult to know which way we were going or if we were still in the sanatorium, and I began to worry because he was silently leading me, so I couldn't tell if he was leading me around on purpose or if he truly didn't know where we were going.
"Um, Mike....," that was me.
"What, Vee?" That was him.
"Where exactly are we going?" I asked of him curiously.
He stopped in his tracks, I froze with him. He seemed to really be confused and my question stumped him. I mean, these tunnels all looked the same, it made me wonder what they were used for anyway.
"I honestly don't know," he finally replied, shaking his head and slapping his right hand onto his right thigh.
I cringed, "sorry for asking," I thought I had made him mad, "I didn't mean to make you mad."
Mike shook his head, "you didn't," he assured me, "I'm just a bit frustrated because all these damn tunnels look the fucking same."
I couldn't help but smile at his peril, "I know what you mean," I said looking around at the walls of the current tunnel we were inside, "how are we gonna get out of this?" Claustrophobia was about to take over my mind, though I willed it to stay away.
"I dunno," he replied, looking at me, demanding my attention, he got it, "but I swear I'll get you out of here," I smiled lightly, "one way or another," he smirked at me, that forced a laugh out of me.
"Okay, let's see," I turned toward the direction we came from, and then the direction we were already headed in, "I suppose if we keep following the tunnels, maybe we'll end up back at the lodge?" I suggested.
"Yeah, perhaps you are right," Mike seemed to smile at me, "come on then."
He started forward once more, I smirked as I followed at his side. I couldn't help myself, he was naturally gifted with the power of good humor, even in the simplest of words he used. It wasn't hard to see the gifts he possessed but often hid to accommodate his preference for feminine personalities. I always felt he deserved to be with someone better than Emily, or even Jessica. That fight when they first arrived was proof that he needed to find a better taste in women. Bratty, living in their high school years, living off their parents, bossing their boyfriends around girls were just not suited to his style.
Yes, he was very immature himself, I knew this but he had more potential to grow up than his choice in girls ever had at this point in time. Even when I would never understand why he chose Emily at all or even when he chose to switch to Jess, I knew he still deserved better and I wasn't thinking he should automatically choose me. No, just someone who is slightly more grown-up than those two.
Although I wasn't going to lie, I was a much better choice than Emily and Jess combined. My maturity level was much higher than my real age, and it wasn't just because of my gender either. I had been put into real-world situations much sooner than Jess and Emily had, in fact, I was a real-world situation at birth. My father married another woman and they had a daughter, so essentially I had a baby sister to take care of, I couldn't demand attention because there was a baby to tend to. So to say I've had to mature and be older than I really am was an understatement.
We had been walking for some time in silence once more before Mike initiated a conversation with me. Thank God, he chose movies.
"So, this John McClane," he began, "what's he really like? I mean, tell me the whole plot of the movie," he laughed suddenly as if he just said that I was wearing funky glasses which I was not, "sorry, that sounded stupid," he shook his head, "I'll just shut my stupid trap.��
I froze in my tracks, giggling at him softly, "it's okay," I placed a hand on his bicep, stopping him, "I'd love to explain the plot of Die Hard to you," I smiled genuinely at him, "maybe by the time I'm finished with the first movie, we might be somewhere useful or important," I joked, knowing damn well I'd be explaining the first three Die Hard movies to him.
Mike smirked, "alright, shoot," he told me as we continued walking.
Well, I began with the beginning of Die Hard, and Mike knew from the beginning sequence with the airplane flight that he was in for a good time. It took me damn near forty minutes to explain the whole plot and we were still stuck in tunnels that looked exactly the same. We merely glanced at each other when we stopped to groan in frustration which immediately made us laugh because we were thinking the same damn thing.
"Shall I continue?" I said as he said, "please continue."
We laughed when we spoke at the same time, belly laughs that hurt mine so bad I was holding myself. We calmed ourselves before continuing with the walk and I continued on to Die Hard 2: Die Harder. Just the name alone told Mike that he was going to be laughing even harder at the humor in this movie than he already had been laughing for my explanation of the first movie. Another forty minutes and we were still lost but we were laughing, so we didn't really mind.
"Maybe after I tell you about Die Hard with a Vengeance, we might get somewhere," I commented grinning.
"Yeah, maybe," Mike agreed with me, "do continue," he motioned for me to carry on and so I did.
He was already laughing by the time I said the title for the second time, and I knew he was really going to like what was in store for him via the plot of the story. Halfway through and he was still laughing, I could barely finish. It was so hard for him to keep a straight face so I could finish the story but I didn't mind because this was a moment I would cherish for the rest of my life.
Finally, I had finished explaining the story of the third Die Hard film and we were in what seemed to be the basement of the lodge, "finally, we're getting somewhere," I commented.
"Yeah," he agreed with me, "hey," he tapped my shoulder, "you know maybe you should invite me over some time, we could watch Die Hard with your father," he paused a moment not sure if my dad like the movies, "if he likes those movies, of course."
"Are you kidding me?!" I was grinning from ear to ear, "my dad and I would fucking love that! Absolutely, so long as Jess doesn't tear us a new one over it, or Emily," I laughed lightly, not to offend him but it was funny.
Mike laughed with me, surprising me, "cool," he mused, "well, might as well keep going, hopefully, we'll find something," he said moving on.
I sighed lightly but I was content, I was smiling, "let's then," was all I said as I followed him.