Mr. Perfect

Twenty-One

Amelia

It's been a while since I'd painted Marcus. I kind of missed it...

He's sitting across from me, the cool wind messing up his curls, making the tip of his nose colder and slightly tinted. He's wearing a T-Shirt and it's really cold today. I told him he'll get sick if he didn't keep himself warm enough, but he didn't listen... he never listens.

I'll ask him again. Maybe he'll throw a jacket or something on himself. "Aren't you cold?"

He looked up from the canvas in front of him. Sighed, then spoke. "For the fourth time – no." then returned to his canvas.

We're supposed to be painting each other.

It's fun. His focused face is adorable. His bottom lips juts out and his brows knit together – the best thing though; is that his dimple shows the entire time!

Marcus – surprisingly – didn't ask me anything about my family. When he started talking about it last week, it was like my brain decided to shut down. I didn't know where to start.

It isn't that I don't want to tell him because I do – I really do. It's just hard... the only person I've ever opened up to is Jake. And it's not that I don't trust him. It's that I don't want him to think that I'm being too dramatic, or too emotional.

"Is it extremely, very, so bad?" Marcus flipped his canvas for me to check.

My eyes are so close to each other. My lips are so pouty. And my nostrils are two big dots. The hair is nice though, lines. And of course, I can't forget the SpongeBob lashes.

This is so cute. He's so cute.

I grinned. "It's not so bad. I like it. It's cute."

He frowned. Flipping the canvas around so I can no longer see it. "You don't like it."

I laughed, "I do." "I really do."

He chuckled, going to throw it in the garbage. I stopped him. "Don't!" I shouted.

"Why?"

Because.

"I want to keep it."

"Fine. But you better teach me how to draw as good as you." He pointed his finger at me.

I nodded. "I've always wanted to teach my Boyfriend how to draw."

I know it's been three weeks since we said 'I love you' to each other. But we never named it like I just did.

He smiled. Handing me the small canvas. "Okay, Girlfriend."

I laughed.

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I'm fighting the urge to kiss him right now.

He's making his focused face.

It makes me feel things I could never be able to explain.

Oh wait!

Why would I hold myself back? I could kiss him. I will kiss him.

I got up from my seat, and walked to him. He hadn't noticed me yet. Not until I pushed the wooden stand from in front of him. He stared at me with big eyes as I kneeled in front of him, "What is it?" still in his focused mode.

"Can I have a kiss?"

He smiled, making me get up and sit on his lap. Facing him.

"Only one?"

My lips curved up as I spoke, "Maybe more than one..."

He chuckled, kissing the tip of my nose before my lips. "Are you cold?"

"I'm not." I kissed the tip of his nose. "You're cold."

He laughed, his lips coming to meet mine again.

Then again.

And again.

"What's wrong with my Angel?" I smiled, shaking my head "Nothing." He shook his head with a smile, mimicking me. "You know, you can talk to me..."

I smiled. Pecking his lips twice. "I will..."

Then before he could start again. I went back to my seat.

I'm going to tell him. Today. Now.

It isn't that big of a deal, to be honest. It just hurts me remembering it. And I know he's been through a lot... so I'm a little nervous to tell him. 

I'm telling him.

Right now.

"Marco." Fuck no. Not now. What if I hurt him without knowing. What if I cry? Then I'll ruin today for us.

Ugh! Why can't I just stay quiet?

He hummed.

I took a deep breath and started, "My dad is paralyzed... well, not completely, but he can't walk. He's on a wheel chair."

He wanted to say something, but I continued. "Just hear me out." He nodded his head.

"I was two when it happened. He got in a car accident."

"My parents were arranged to get married, so they weren't in love. In fact, they hate each other's guts." I laughed. "They got a divorce when I was four years old."

"He lives in a nursery home now. He loves it. And he has a girlfriend. Her name's Alice." I smiled.

Marcus hasn't uttered a word, which I'm thankful for.

"I love him. He isn't the problem."

I swallowed.

"I lied when I said that I was an only child. I'm not... I have a brother and a sister. They're my half siblings. But we don't really know each other very much. My mother likes them better than me because they're more religious than I am. Because they're perfect in her eyes."

"She's very religious – that's why she made me sing at church – she made me think that drawing was a sin. That if I draw anything God will be angry with me. so, whenever she catches me drawing, she sends me to church or hands me a bible." I laughed bitterly.

"In tenth grade, when Jake came out to his parents and everyone in our neighborhood, most people were happy for him, and yes, some people didn't support him... but they didn't hurt him."

"Except for my mother. He and I have known each other since sixth grade. She made me stop talking to him, and every single night when we have dinner – she'd talk shit about him, and if I try to defend him she gets mad and gives me a bible to read. So that 'I don't end up burning in hell'." I used my fingers as quotation marks when I said the last sentence.

I snorted. "I know it sounds funny and stupid. But it hurt me."

He opened his mouth to speak. But again, I continued.

"I just feel like... I'm a shitty person, you know." "I feel like I don't deserve him." My voice sounded heavy. 

Marcus got up and came to hold me close to him. He started rubbing circles on my back.

He pulled away just a few inches. But he was still so close to my face, he held my face in his hands. "Don't ever say that again." His lips brushed my cheek.

"You're the perfecest person I know."

I snorted, "That's not a word."

He kissed my forehead. "I know."

I sniffled.

He kissed my other cheek. "I love you so much. More than you could ever imagine."

My heart swell as I heard his words. I kissed both corners of his lips, "I love you so, so, so much."

He snorted. Going to peck my lips again.

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