How To Run When You're Falling

Chapter Two. A reason to smile, is an annoying boy

"I get bored quite often and you're entertaining so...." Tyler winked.

"So me getting annoyed by you is entertainment?" Marilyn asked her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"Yep!" Tyler said popping the 'p'.

"So?" Tyler asked smirking at me.

"No," Marilynn said, she quickly turned and went back to taking orders. When she was behind the counter Tyler approached her.

"So you still aren't going to give me your number?" Tyler asked, opening his wallet and counting the money.

"Nope." Marilyn said

"I was hoping you would give it to me if I asked you nicely but I will get your number by someway or the other." Tyler said.

"You know you sound like some wanna be evil villain in a movie?" Marilyn mused.

"So you wanna do this the hard way or the easy way by giving me your number willingly?" Tyler asked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Wow, I'm going to assume you watch a lot of movies. Hey, are you those guys who sits in front of the television with their socks and a pizza box on a stomach huge as Jupiter?" Marilyn asked slightly giggling.

"Does this look like Jupiter to you?" Tyler asked waving his hand over his stomach. Marilyn looked at him, his shirt fit him snugly and showed that he worked out. No, heck no, no Jupiter there, Marilyn thought.

"There's a bit drool on your chin you might wanna wipe that." Tyler teased Marilyn. Marilyn scowled at him and blushed red.

"Shut up." Marilyn said, moving her eyes to the cashier as if it was the most interesting thing she had ever seen.

"You know I will get your number right?" Tyler said leaning his elbow on the counter.

"I suggest you find another way to get my number cause I'm not giving it to you willingly." Marilyn said.

"That's what she said until..." Tyler winked and chuckled in the end. Marilyn rolled her but couldn't stop her face from growing hot.

"Goodbye." Marilyn said, rudely.

"I will get your number Marilyn Rogers." Tyler leaned over the counter and whispered in her ear while pulling back he let his lips graze Marilyn's soft rosy cheek. He smirked at her once more and left leaving Marilyn shocked.

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Marilyn walked towards her car quickly. She was glad her shift was over and was waiting to sleep in the comfort of her warm bed. When she reached her car all she could do was gape at it. There was a huge dent and the paint was scratched too on the side of the car.

Before she started to curse she noticed a price of paper stick on the windshield. I was someone's number with 'sorry' written on it. Marilyn smiled to herself. Atleast the person was willingly to pay for the damage.

As soon as Marilyn reached home. She went upstairs and called the number but it went straight to voicemail. The persons voice was deep and quite nice. Must be a hot shot or something, Marilyn thought. She hated answering machines but a girls got to do what a girls got to do.....when she's desperate.

Marilyn went downstairs for dinner and after a very long time the family ate in peace. Just jokes, laughter and love passed. No awkward silences as if they were forced to look at each other and then run as quickly as possible. No arguments. After a long time Marilyn felt good, she felt happy and for once for the shortest moment she felt she wasn't guilty.