As she started talking he was unsure if she remembered him at first, Michael wanted to say something but then he saw recognition in her eyes.  When she ran into the lake his heart skipped, all the bad incidents between them gone, a glimmer of happiness permeated his soul, reflected in his smile.  Then Callie became Callie.  She began the haltering talk, back and forth as she asked questions and answered them in the next breath.  It was like the past few years were recounted against him, and the more she spoke the more he felt offended.  Take a deep breath, feeling his lungs and chest fill, tried to calm himself knowing it was just the way she was.  Then she stopped with a final recrimination.<br/><br/>Pulling off the sunglasses the anger apparent in his eyes, he tried to hold it off to take the edge off his voice.  "I guess some things don't change do they?  Running hot and cold as usual, except now you can turn your own taps, instead of me or someone else doing it for you."  The mention of the letters were the last straw, those he did send, but he knew what happened; though with her he was not sure so he let it go.  That was easier.  "I sent you two letters," stepping nearer leaned down and let himself lose control, feeling a flush rise in his face.  "Both were returned to me unopened!  Typical Callie though, you were never the first one to send out were you?  No, it has to be someone else, so you can play the victim.  Grow up Callie, if you see a problem fix it, don't make it worse like you always do."<br/><br/>Stepping away from her and making a point from turning away from the dock, he wasn't really mad at her and he knew it.  Callie knew instinctively how to press his buttons, sometimes he thought she didn't even know she was doing it.  Some people used to think they were a couple the way they went at it, but that had never been the case.  He was not going to give her the satisfaction, a few steps and he turned.  "You don't know what I've been doing the past few years, so don't go judging me.  I could on you, but what would be the point, eh?  I was genuinely glad to see you, now I am not so sure."  Feeling the pinch in his hand realized the sunglasses bit into his fist, thankfully they did not break.  "Enjoy your rocks," he wanted to say more but he knew it would be pointless nothing ever got through the egghead.  She knew it all already, born with a silver encyclopedia in hand he used to joke.<br/><br/>Michael placed the glasses back on and stomped through the water the way he had come, kicking the ripples in frustration.  His chest heaving as if he'd done a few bench sets, his arms and hands shaking from the adrenaline rush, he wondered if it was a mistake to come back.  So far it was looking like it was, at least he had the car if he wanted to skip.  He was usually wise enough to plan an out if he needed one, it worked for him on the football field and in life.  Making one of the few sayings his Dad gave him actually be some real fucking wisdom for once, 'Life is like football...' then some stupid homily to finish it up.