Mr. Perfect

Sixteen

Amelia

He looks so peaceful.

His eyebrows are furrowed and his full lips are slightly parted, his left cheek is squished by the pillow with every little movement he made. I brushed the curly strand off of his forehead so that I could see his birthmark.

I wonder what time it is...

I never slept. I tried, but I couldn't, because I didn't want him to go through another nightmare while I'm asleep.

Marcus let out a sigh of satisfaction as he stretched his body with closed eyes. He then opened them, staring at me with eyes drowned with confusion, he smiled crookedly.

"What're you doing here?" my eyebrows furrowed. What does that mean? Does he not remember anything that happened last night?

"You don't remember?" he chuckled, "Remember what?"

I felt my chest getting lighter, knowing he doesn't remember last night.

"Why are you here, Angel?" he asked, a smile playing on his face.

I don't want to remind him about what happened last night. I want that stupid smile to stay stuck on his face.

"I got scared last night, and I asked to stay with you." Marcus laughed, cupping my face with his palm. "What scared you?" he questioned, his voice sarcastic.

I said the first thing that came to my mind. "The cats fighting." There were no cats.

He laughed again.

I'm glad he isn't being moody when he woke up, I'm glad he forgot all about last night.

"Why are we on the floor though?" his voice sounded quite amused. 

I snorted.

"I'd rather keep that as a secret." I threw him a wink, and got up from the floor – walking my way to the doorframe.

Marcus chuckled again, getting up from the floor and following me, "Come on," I laughed in response before uttering "No."

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I shouldn't ask him... especially after last night. Today should be full of candies, flowers, and joy. I shouldn't ruin it.

"Here." Marcus handed me another dirty plate.

As I said, I wanted the day to be full of candies and flowers. I can't cook a lot of foods, and I certainly didn't want to poison Marcus anymore. So I told him to order food from any restaurants he liked. Then we ate ice cream – he seemed to like it when we do. And honestly, I do too.

I practically had to beg him to let me help him with the dishes after we'd eaten chopped fruits with milted chocolate.

He's a really good cook. He said he got it from his mother, he always watched her as she cooked food for his father since Mary wasn't a great cook.

"Why so quiet?" Marcus's voice cut off my thoughts.

I flashed him a small smile, returning to my thoughts.

"What is it?" Marcus asked again.

I shook my head. "Nothing."

It's not "Nothing" it's everything. I need answers to my questions. Answers about what happened at the party. It's the only thing keeping me from kissing him and telling him about how I feel.

He nudged my shoulder with his arm, "C'mon, tell me."

Fuck it.

I'm asking him.

"Why did you have a knife at the party?" he laughed, "That's what made you nervous?" I chuckled, "I didn't want to ruin the mood."

He stopped the water from running and turned to face me.

"To protect myself."

I snorted, "From what?"

"My father. If he ever finds I'll know how to defend myself."

I glared at him, it was stupid to ask "From what"

"You know how to defend yourself. You saved me."

He chuckled, taking his gloves off. "It'll scare him if we ever cross roads." 

I hummed, smiling awkwardly.

"Can I ask another question?" Marcus nodded.

"Did you want to kill Chris that night?" I heard people talking about Marcus threatening Chris. He smiled, licking his bottom lip, "The thought crossed my mind, but I pushed it away." – his face got serious for a second – "I stopped myself from killing him, Amelia. I didn't lose control."

He sighed, "I wasn't like my father." I smiled a reassuring smile and he smiled back proudly.

"I have another question..." my voice was getting lower.

He laughed, "It's okay, ask."

I inhaled deeply, "Why did you have so much money on you? Five hundred?"

Marcus laughed again, rolling his head back. I just looked at him in confusion. What was so funny?

He let the water continue running and took off my gloves and motioned my hands to the water to wash them. I did as he wanted me to and sat on the wooden chair – also as he wanted me to.

"I wanted to take you to dinner that night. A fancy dinner."

I felt a flutter in my heart. And my cheeks heated, I could feel it. Ugh, why did Chris have to harass me that night!

He smiled, probably seeing the redness on my face.

"And I wanted to appear more attractive by pulling out five hundred cash." I laughed, finally understanding why he laughed.

He joined me with my laughter, "It was supposed to be a steak date."

I pouted my lip, "Aww, I love steak." Marcus nodded his head, "I know you do."

I held his face in both my hands. "You know, everything you do is attractive. You don't even have to try to be 'More attractive'" he smiled, leaning his face into one of my hands.

"Still, I wanted to impress you." 

Sorry for the short chapter :0