Breathing and tumblr is the only thing I've been doing since I came home Friday, thanks to being grounded. Which, I'm not complaining. This is what I'd be doing even if I weren't grounded. Mom didn't take away my phone nor laptop, all she did was send me to my room, my favorite place in the whole world. Oh, such a punishment. Lock me in my sanctuary with technology, it's truly horrible.
"Marcy?" I hear a knock on my door. Eric.
"Come in, I guess." I give him permission.
"Hey," he shuffles over to my bed with a bright smile on.
"Hi," I simply reply back, feeling awkward about the situation.
"How are you?" His hand finds my arm, slowly going up and down.
"Fine?" I kind of question it, quickly sitting up, moving away from his touch.
"Marcy, I'm worried about you, you been acting strange for the past two days."
I give him a weird look as I roll my eyes. "I've been acting weird? I've been acting weird because there is somebody out there that actually knows I exist and likes me. My bad for having a little fun, for the first time in forever. I'm so very sorry for actually breathing air, for having a little glimmer of what is called a 'life'. Kyle makes me feel like I'm the only girl in the world. He pays attention to me, fulfills my needs, and he makes me happy. Yes, happy. A feeling that I've never felt before." I push his hand from my arm, suddenly becoming angry at him.
"He fulfills your needs? What kinda needs do you have? Oh my God," he gasps, putting his hand back on my arm. "Did you two have sex? Unprotected sex?"
"No!" I squeal, embarrassed, covering my whole face with my hands. "No, no, no. We didn't have sex. I'm talking about, how he fulfills my loneliness, he's just as lonely as I am, and actually, I'm going over to his house in a couple of days, Friday, to be exact. And I'm having dinner with him and his parents."
"And how are you going to do that?" He raises an eyebrow at me.
"Eric, can you please cover for me on Friday? Just tell mom I'm asleep or something. Please, he really means something to me. I really like him. Please, Eric."
"Oh, alright. But if he tries anything, I swear he'll be a dead man."
My eyes go wide and my face turns into a bright red, remembering what he'd promised me. "Oh, thank you!" I excitingly jump on him, hugging him tightly. I kiss him on his cheek, briefly. "Thank you so much!" I remove my arms from his waist, quickly jumping up and down in excitement.
"Yeah, okay, you're welcome." He nods aond exits my room.
I squeal as I grab my phone, pulling up Kyle's name as my thumbs fly across the screen.
'This week seems to go by really slow, huh?'
I wait for a response, five seconds later, DING, my text sound.
'sooo long :('
I bite my lip, not sure what to text back.
'I already miss you so fucking much...'
DING!
'Same here, I can't stop thinking about you.'
'Really?'
DING!
'Duh. How could someone forget somebody like you? It simply cannot be done. You're beautiful and funny and ugh, everything.'
'Awww. :) I keep thinking about you too. I keep thinking about your bright blue gorgeous eyes, the way you sweep your long hair out of your eyes, everything about you is perfect.'
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
The text sounds keep coming, as we spend the rest of the night texting each other sweet nothings and kissy emojis. I eventually drift into sleep while texting Kyle.
Eleven in the morning. The sun hasn't blinded me, like it usually does, thanks to a summer rainstorm. I let out a deep sigh as the thunder rolled up in the sky. My dad always told me that when it thundered, it was just God bowling with the angels. And when it rained, it was just God crying. When there was lightning, it was just God switching a light on and off. I was always scared of storms, but he always made it better. On stormy nights, he made me a glass of hot chocolate with huge marshmallows in it and he let me stay up a little late, watching reruns of Fresh Prince of Bel Air, one of my favorite shows even still today.
I stop myself from becoming upset, remembering my past with my father. I search for my phone, which had disappeared from my lifeless hands once I fell asleep.
"Aha," I pump my fist in victory, finding it under my sheets which was also under my pillow.
I quickly unlock it, my eyes scanning over the many, many messages Kyle has sent me since my slumber.
'Marcy?'
'Beautiful, are you still there?'
'Have you gone to sleep? :('
'I miss you..'
'Wake up, Marcy. Sleep is for the weak'
'Marcyyyy'
'Babyyy'
'Am I going to have to come over to your house and wake you up?'
'wake up'
'Please'
'Do I sound needy? I feel like I sound needy...'
'Goodnight, beautiful. Have a good sleep, text me as soon as you wake up bc I miss you c:'
He did care about me. I can't seem to wipe the smile off of my face, as I re-read the messages again and again.
'Good morning, handsome' I text him back, along with some heart emojis.
I guess he's still asleep, since I don't hear from him in at least thirty minutes, and by now, we'd already be having a full fledged conversation.
I sigh and throw my phone on my pillow, forcing myself to get off of my bed. I finally have the strength to do so as I shuffle to my door. I go to the bathroom first, to go through my morning routine. Battling my acne with proactiv, choking down my antidepressants. After that, I basically throw myself down the stairs, not feeling like doing anything this moment. No one is either awake nor here. I decide to pour myself a bowl of Reeses Puffs and watch whatever the hell is on tv.
I get cozy with my bowl of cereal on the couch and decide on watching "Web of Lies" on the Investigation Discovery channel. This one is about a woman who lives in Arkansas, and talked to this man who is supposed to be 23 years old, like her and lives in Missouri. He seems perfect and all, but always avoided video chats and phone calls, making up some crazy lie. He decides to finally meet her in her state, but is actually a 58 year old pervert who is obviously out to kill her or something devilish.
Right when I was getting into the show, I hear an unusually loud knock at my front door. I pause the show, trying to be as still and quiet as I could, because I really don't feel like messing with people today. The knocking continues, obviously Mom and Eric isn't here, or they would have already answered the door or awoken.
"Ugh," I groan. "Hold on! Calm the fuck down!" I toss the remote to the other and of the couch, pushing myself off of it. The knocks got more louder and more viciously. "What!?" I angrily shout as I swing open the door, surprised to see the familiar tall, handsome figure. Kyle. He was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black skinny jeans.
"Woah, it's just me." His eyes are wide, though I can barely see them through his long, black hair.
"Shit, I'm sorry, Kyle. I don't have very great people skills, I guess." I slightly smile.
"It's fine," he shrugs. "Um, so can I come in?" He gestures to the inside of my house.
"Uh, sure," I stand back, letting him in. "Do you want anything to drink? Tea, milk, orange juice, soda, water?"
"No thanks." He smiles as I lead the way to the couch.
I take a seat on the end of the couch, smiling at Kyle. "Come," I gesture to us "sit down with me, please." I bite my lip out of nervousness. He nods and sits right next to me, laying his head on my shoulder, breathing out heavily. "So, why'd you come over?" I ask out of curiosity.
"No reason, really. Just out of pure boredom. I missed you, so here I am..." He smiles cheekily up at me, his long black hair tickling my neck. "Am I bothering you?"
"No, you're fine. I missed you too. A lot, actually." I start to play with his hair, twisting each little stand with my fingers.
"Where's your mom and Eric?" He looks around.
"I don't really know. They weren't here when I woke up, so... yeah."
His mouth forms an 'o' shape as his hand finds my thigh, rubbing it slowly. "So what do you want to do?" He asks, his finger circling swirls on my skin, making me feel suddenly insecure about wearing shorts, but very, very thankful that I shaved my legs last night.
"I really just want to hang out," I simply reply.
"Mm... Okay," I shiver as his hand runs all the way down my leg, coming back up, only to inch his fingers a little bit up my shorts.
"Uh, Kyle?" I clear my throat, "Would you mind going upstairs to my room and grabbing my phone off of my bed for me?" He looks up at me as I give him a pout and puppy dog eyes, he gives in and heads up to my room.
I situate my shorts, pulling them down a little, from where Kyle inched them up. I crawl over to the other side of the couch, quickly grabbing the remote to unpause 'Web of Lies', what I'd been watching before Kyle aggressively knocked on my door.
"Oh, honey!" I hear Kyle yell as he comes down the stairs. "Look what I found just lying on your floor?" I quickly turn around to see him strutting his stuff down the stairs in my black and purple lace bra on, over top of his shirt.
"Oh my God! Kyle!" I gasp, becoming red from embarrassment.
"What?" He innocently says, walking over to me with sass. "I think it looks sexy on me, don't you think so, babe?" He shimmies his way onto the couch, laying on top of me.
"Kyle! Oh my God! Why?" I squeal.
"I dunno," he shrugs. "I think it compliments my eyes..." He bites his bottom lip.
"Oh my fuck, this is so embarrassing!" I cover my face with my hands.
"Aw, Marcy, don't be embarrassed," he grasps the cups of my bra and squeezes them.
"Oh my God," I bust out laughing, slapping his arm in a playful manner.
"I don't think this is my size," he whines, "How do you fill up these thingys?"
"I have boobs, sweetie." I smile and nod dramatically.
"Is this lingerie?" He gasps, "Ooh, Marcy has a naughty side?" He growls, finally unclasping it and tossing it to me.
"It's not lingerie, dumbass." I giggle. "It's just lace..."
"It's hella sexy," he winks and bites his lip. "On me..." He trails off as I take a throw pillow from behind me and smack him in the stomach with it. "Oww, what was that for?"He grabs his stomach, making a sour face.
"For being such a little prick," I stick my tongue out at him, like a little child. He sticks his tongue out as well, mocking me. His eyes are shut tight, giving me the advantage of a surprise. I lean over and lick the side all the way up from his neck, to his hairline.
"You like to lick things, don't ya?" He yelps, wiping my trail of slobber from his cheek.
I nod my head up and down quickly, smiling from ear to ear. He rolls his eyes. "So, what the actual fuck are we watching?" He asks, an eyebrow raised.
"Oh, it's this kind of new show on the Investigation Discovery channel, called Web of Lies. Basically, every episode is the same. A girl --- well, it's usually a girl --- falls in love with a complete stranger over the internet. Then, when they want to meet or whatever, the girl usually gets raped or murdered or something brutal like that, by the stranger they talked to, who is obviously not who they say they are." I simply explain.
"Hmm... Sounds family friendly, am I right?"
"Exactly," I giggle.
"Who would be dumb enough to date someone over the internet without at least video chatting or talking on the phone and then just invite them to visit you, and then BAM, you're dead." He makes a good point.
"I really don't know, I know I'd never do it."
"Why would you want to?" He looks up at me, while I'm still playing with his hair. "You have a whole lotta sexy right here, baby." He smirks.
"I know I do, hun." I lean down and peck a kiss on his lips. "And I'm very thankful for you." I lean back up, continuing to twist his hair around my fingers. "Where the hell is my phone anyway?" I laugh, totally forgetting about it.
"Oh, yeah," he lifts up and digs for my phone in his back pocket. He pulls it out slowly and hands it to me, relaxing back onto my lap. "Sorry."
"You're fine," I assure him, grabbing it. "Thanks." I bend down and kiss his forehead.
"Hey," I say, opening my text messages. "You texted me," I giggle as he looks up at me curiously. "You said, 'Good morning beautiful, I'm so very sorry I didn't text you sooner, I slept in...'" I giggle, turning the screen to his view.
"Oh, yeah, I did." He chuckles as he stretches his arms up to the back of my neck and gently pulls my head down to meet his. Our foreheads are pressed together as he barely grazes over my lips with his. His mouth completely ignored mine, traveling all over my face and neck. I get anxious very quickly, moving myself to find his lips, as I do, he laughs between breaths at my effort for contact.
I break our kiss, looking down at him, suddenly curious about his text. "You think I'm beautiful?" I furrow my eyebrows together, very confused.
"Are you kidding me? Of course I think you're beautiful --- no, actually I don't think you're beautiful, I KNOW you're beautiful. You are the most beautiful girl in the whole universe and nothing could ever change my mind about it." He pours out into a metaphorical glass of emotions.
"You're talking about me, right? You have seen me, haven't you?" I raise my eyebrow, as his hands trail to find my hands, grabbing them firmly, looking me seriously in the eye.
"Of course I have seen you. Why do you think you're not beautiful? Please have some confidence in yourself, babe. Please? I know you're so smart and sexy and hilarious as fuck, and it would be so much better if you thought so too."
"But le ew," I gesture to my body.
"Marcy," he whines, pouting. "Stop that! You're so fucking beautiful, you're far from 'ew' you're more like, 'holy fuck YASS'" he says in a high pitched voice. "'HOLY SHIT, KYLE HARDER! YAS'"
"Oh my God..." I let my laughter spill out, laughing so hard that I can barely breathe.
"Basically what you're going to yell tomorrow night after dinner..." He winks.
"Oh, so you can tell the future?" I raise an eyebrow as he looks up at me devilishly.
"Duh," he sticks his tongue out before sitting up, almost on top of my lap. "OH, KYLE DEEPER YES YES OH MY GOD YES!'" He shuts his eyes tightly, bouncing up and down, slightly as he continues his high pitched voice.
"You're such an idiot," I exhale, covering my face with my hands.
"I know!" He sticks out his tongue out, a scrunching up his face.
"But," I lean towards him and touch our tongues momentarily, gross, I know, but I'm kinda weird, ok? "You're my idiot."
"Yeah? Well you're my idiot princess. And I can be you're idiot prince." He cheekily smiles, biting his tongue between his teeth.
"Happily ever idiotically," I giggle.
"Happy endings are only in fairytales," Kyle sighs sadly. "It's just all fiction... Make believe."
"Like in a love story?"
"Yeah, kinda."
"Well, maybe we can make our own love story. The first one that is nonfiction, and it can have a happy ending." I bite my slip slightly, scared of his response.
"Really? But what if I'm not what you think I am... What if I'm not good enough?" He looks down at his hands, twiddling his thumbs like a fiver year old child at a dentists office.
"What? Kyle, you're everything that I have ever dreamed about. I don't need a knight and shining armor, I just want a dork who has flippy hair and owns too many band tees." I smile.
"Like... me?" He puts together the puzzle pieces.
"Exactly like you." I nod.