Mr. Perfect

Thirteen

Amelia

I broke the rules.

The silent treatment, the hunger strike, the holding a grudge against Marcus. I broke the first three rules. But not the fourth. The third rule and fourth are the most important, and I already broke the third. I just couldn't keep doing it – his reason is terrible. A part of me wishes that he kidnapped me for anything else but this – yes it's the acceptable reason I've been looking for since two weeks – I didn't want to learn that Mr. Perfect lived a painful childhood. I wanted to believe that he was taking care of a farm where he'd whine to his father because he didn't want to touch the pigs.

I know I shouldn't be trusting him this fast, I know. But I do. I trust him. And I know he wouldn't hurt me.

Marcus's taking care of me so well, he makes me three meals a day and tons of snacks – and I just know that I gained a lot of weight in these past two weeks – yesterday, he said that this is how he would be treating me if all of this didn't happen. "If he didn't break out of prison... this is how I'd be treating you, Angel." My stomach did flips when he said it, in a good way. Just the thought of how we would be right now if his father didn't escape makes my skin tingle. We would be so happy.

Also, he's been following Mr. Davis's Facebook account to make sure I wasn't falling behind the rest of the class. Mr. Davis is arrogant, good arrogant. He believes he's the best art teacher there is, so, he posts on Facebook everything he makes his students do in class. Everyday.

So, this past week Marcus has been helping me. he would sit and not move for hours just so I could be in the same pace as the rest of my class. Even though he doesn't get anything from doing it, and yet he is.

Although... he does complain a lot.

And he keeps saying the L-Word at random times of the day. Yesterday, when I was sketching him and was stressed about how his blouse wouldn't fit the canvas, he called out my name,

"Amelia." I lifted up my head to glance at his blouse – totally ignoring him calling me. He had a playful grin playing of his face, "Amelia." I hummed but wasn't really there. "Amelia." I sighed, my eyebrows gathering together in annoyance. "It looks weird." 

He grinned, "Baby." I couldn't keep my lips from curving up in a smile, "What?" he laughed softly, glaring at me. 

"I love you, Chips." 

I felt an uncomfortable heat in my body – I've felt it every single time he says these words – but I wasn't complaining about this type of uncomfortable.

I brushed my smile off of my face, "Chips again?" he snorted and ran his tongue over his lips, "It's cute. Chipmunk, remember?" I rolled my eyes playfully at him.

I sometimes forget about the situation I'm in. I sometimes feel like we're a couple who's living together and just having fun. But then, it hits me and I feel disgusted with myself. I don't hate him, no, I don't. but I can't fall for him. It hurts me, because deep down... I know that I'm head over heels for him. But I can't be. I have to keep my distance, emotionally.

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Marcus

Amelia said she trusts me, and I'm going to prove to her that I'm nothing like my father.

That night's still playing in my mind over and over... I still can't believe that I'd said all these things to her without a second thought. I was like him that night. I spoke like him.

And even though she said that she trusted me, I still feel like there's something else going inside her head...

Maybe she thinks that whenever I get furious again I'll hurt her the same way I did before.

But I won't.

I promised my mother that I would be nothing like him.

She's not herself around me anymore... I mean, she's trying to act as if she's comfortable with me – and sometimes she does seem comfortable – but she's not being fully herself. She doesn't make stupid jokes – which concerns me. A lot.

But I get it. I need to give her some time so she'll know that I'm the Marcus she got to know before all of this happened.

I hope I'll be able to make her love me.

It'd be nice to hear her telling me that she loves me. But again, I need to gain her full trust to at least get her to like me again.

I'll give her all the time she needs... I just hope it'll happen before I get arrested.

I took a bite of the ham sandwich that's laying on the couch next to me, and as I placed it down on the plate, I caught Amelia's figure in the corners of my eyes.

She flumped next to me and sighed. I turned to face her, "What's wrong?" Another sigh. "Nothing." Right. Nothing means everything in her language. I poked her upper arm with my pointer finger, "Upset?" she shook her head, "Bored." I sighed with her, 

"What do you want to do?"

We could kiss if you want to...

"I don't know."

Cuddle?

I pressed my lips together in a thin line, "Do you want to watch this?" she shook her head again. "Okay..." I grasped her forearm gently, "Is there something else, or are you just bored?" say no... please? "Yeah, maybe..." She said, her voice low. Then turned to face me, but her eyes didn't meet mine yet. 

"Can I have your sandwich? It might make me feel better." 

Oh, thank God. 

I nudged her shoulder playfully, and she laughed. "Please, it looks so good." I chuckled grabbing the plate. "Here. Have it." I said with an unamused tone even though I was actually very amused by her behavior. She laughed in triumph, taking the plate from my hands and placing it in her lap.

"You're an easy target." She uttered before taking a bite from my sandwich. 

I snorted, "You're mean." Amelia laughed, "You're the mean one in this relationship, Marcus." 

Relationship? 

"Relationship?" 

She eyed me awkwardly. "Y-You know... kidnapper and hostage relationship." I laughed at how she tries to cover everything up with the kidnapper and hostage excuse.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she trusts me more than I think. 

Maybe.