"Ya'know, if Ghostface came at you, it'd be a damn short movie. Moment he pops out, I'd fuck him up for ya'. Take that fuckin' mask of his an' shove it down his tr'oat." Michael laughed, Jonathan's joke may have not been the best one, Scream hasn't been relevant since last year, but hey, it worked, it gave Michael good material. As Michael and Jonathan walked to his bike, he felt himself go into autopilot, while his mind rationalized everything around him.
On one hand, Michael wasn't sure what Jonathan saw in him. Michael wasn't pretty, he wasn't that smart. If you asked anyone else, his hair was probably the most atrocious thing next his personality (Captain Rhodes was torn in half because of the same exact hairstyle!) His voice was gravelly, annoying, screechy. He laughed like a damn hyena. The only colorful thing about him was his Son of Mars Bel-Airs he wore, and quite frankly, Michael didn't know what Jonathan saw in him. He'd seen the boys Jonathan partied with. He wasn't nearly as fit as them. They were all way better looking than Michael could ever hope to be. Yet, Jonathan likes him above them all?! Jonathan deserved better, he wanted to tell him, but...
On the other, Michael felt relieved he was able to tell Jonathan everything. He had just wanted a talk really. None of this was really planned nor expected. But after this? Nothing was gonna be the same, he knew it, Jonathan knew it, but that was quite alright. He had only expected to just go to the movies, have a good time, maybe vent about a couple issues, but not this. Still, that was quite alright.
There was catharsis, and there was this. Catharsis to Michael, is the sense of dragging his knuckles across some rat bastard's teeth for talking shit about him, that was cathartic. But this, he didn't know what word to use for it. Maybe the feeling that you were about to drown, and had just managed to reach air in the last second. Actually, it's more like the feeling you are about to drown, but someone ELSE helps you to the surface. Yeah, that's a pretty good way to describe it. Whatever word he couldn't think of, he could always think of Jonathan saving him.
They were by the Bike. Michael grabbed the helmet meant for Jonathan and handed it to him. "I'm glad we're actually doing this. I don't really know what to say but that." He paused. " 'Thinkin' this is the best day of my life right now." Michael wasn't lying. This really was the best day of his life.