Leave Mary Jane Alone

Chapter Twenty.

        He smiled. A little crookedly despite the moment earlier that was filled with a bit of sadness. It made him happy because I knew he thought I would change my mind about wanting to talk. I was known for changing my mind to him, but in reality I was more determind than necessary. It could have been seen as stubborn but I didn't care. Enough was enough and I deserved to give myself a voice. Then he asked me a hundred times one more hesitant than the last if I were sure I wanted to do this on the way somewhere, anywhere, and I replied yes in a tiny tiny whisper every time. Of course I wanted to do this. For the firsst time in my life this was something that I simply had to do and I refused to stop myself.

You're going to let a boy be the reason you want to stop being mute? Not your mother's begging and pleading and actions, but a boy? One you barely know? One that has given you more rainy days that sunny ones in the short amount of time that you've known him? That's terrible, disgusting, even for you Mary Jane. 

        There was a voice in me that wouldn't sugarcoat anything and it hurt, but it wasn't true! This was about me, myself, and I. Mary Jane Kennedy Abel was making a descision on her own to talk and Oliver just happened to be a driving force. He looked at me during the ride and I couldn't look aat him because it made me too flustered since his eyes had something incredibly intruiging which I couldn't handle. So I looked out the window except the window were too tinted. Yet my heart pumped too fast for me to look at Oliver and I didn't want him to know that so I played and twiddled my thumbs.

        "We were just making out on the way to Richard's remember? You put my hair in a pony tail and attacked me with that mouth of yours?" He played and turned his head to look at me. The car was wide though so I kept my distance and displayed my distaste by making a sound.

        "So you don't remember pulling at my hair and sliding your other hand down my stomach as your tongue was down my throat? I never felt like such an object before Mary Jane. You wounded me. I'll tell you that much." He made me laugh because that wasn't exactly how that scene happened and we both knew that he was trying to get a rise out of me and I refused to give it up. 

        "Mary Jane you cause me so much agony! Why won't those big beautiful blue eyes look at me?"

He whined playfully and I laughed and threw my head back which wasn't good because I hit my head on the window. To say the least it was embarrassing. Oliver's deep laugh rang out in the grandest way possible and maybe it was kinda rude, but that was the way Oliver was so I wasn't angry. In fact, I couldn't help but laugh with him but this time I watched my head and refused to get embarrassed again. Gently, with his hard hands soft on my hands, he pulled me to his side of the car and I didn't try to stop him.

        "Mary Jane I think you should consider being a comedian," I looked at him angrily with my eye brows tilted down and my lips poked out a tad. He was taking the piss now. "No no no, don't you give me those eyes. You make me laugh more in these few months than I've laughed in  years." 

Right there he seemed to be older and not nineteen. I felt odd and maybe a little dishearted and selfish knowing that I'd had the man wrapped up with me and dealing with me rather than being carefree. Was it just me that had caused him this stress that made him seem older or was it everything? I didn't want him to be stressed at all though. So I giggled and held his face in my hand, so when he looked into my eyes and I watched his green ones dart around and search mine in confusion I could kiss him and watch him be less stressed. And maybe it felt good knowing that I had that tiny bit of power and I could take away the problems until we were breathless in the backseat of the black car with the blackened windows. 

I let him go and he opened his eyes as I opened mine. His lips felt better on mine that my own did. I felt ashamed and thought that maybe I should invest in lip scrub. During our little session I nipped a little at his bottom lip purposefully just to get to him and he groaned. That's when I let him go and decided that we should stop before we got out of hand.