You Belong With Me

Chapter 2

Jesse just couldn't resist
Location: Cleo's kitchen
24/9/2022---

I couldn't take it any longer and thank god I didn't, because here I am, facing you. Yet you refuse to look me in the eyes, you're not shy I know for a fact you are quite the oppositse.

"Mom, who's this?" your voice is soft, shy and quiet.
Your eyes stay glued to the floor, your body language screams intimidated and another I can't yet describe.

Your hair is in a very neat bun. did you do it yourself? I hope you did because I don't want anyone touching you when you do that hairstyle for our wedding day. Your face is even more beautiful in person: hazel eyes, brown frizzy hair and a slim figure. You're wearing a leotard, you do ballet? No suprise. You're so graceful you could do anything. You're smart, carrying an extra key. You must be so independent yet I know you're relying on people a tad too much.

"Well of you must know, this kind lady found my wallet on her way home and returned it to me after I lost it during my grocery shopping. We need more people like this in our neighborhood." she nudges towards me as if you're not a perfect child anyways. Your mom talks at you as if she has your authority, like you're a puppet that just talks and listens.

I've seen her argue with you. you're much better off without her, but I know deep down you still love her dearly. And so does she.

Soon enough I'll have to aswel, thats if I want her blessing of course.

"I should be leaving now, lovely meeting you both. I'll see you around, Cleo"
I make my mark, im sure that affected you as your cheeks grew pinker in shade as soon as you heard my voice.

Your mother insists on walking me out of your home, I walk past, you smell of vanilla and coconut. I must say, it really is how i see it in my dreams.

30 MINUETS BEFORE

I'm sitting on a park bench writing in my diary. The soft breeze compliments the pastel sunset. You're always on my mind and I'm running out of time. You have me thinking about all types of scenarios.  What if our first time was on our honeymoon? Or somewhere rebellious like your mothers bed. Do you want a family? What if you don't want to wait when we become lover's?

The time flashes on my stop watch, 6:30. It's time to give your mother a little visit. I plan to keep my diary in sight to right down any notes about you.

Oh also, your mother never lost her wallet. While she was shopping I stole it from her handbag and followed her home. Ready to return it like I was a hero. I'll never see myself as a hero, I don't know what I'll be, maybe you'll tell me,Cleo I'm sure you watch those Marvin shows. Or was it Marvell? Mavric?

Your mother looks so relived when i return her wallet, as she searches through her belongings. I see her eyes. shine for the first time, I wonder if she's ever looked at you like that before. She insists that I come in for a drink.
People are just disappointing aren't they?

Your mom excuses herself to the bathroom. So I take that as an oppertunity to get to know you better. I guess I'm a hypocrite because I hate when people research others before they meet them.

Your house is covered in the Jesus cross, I didn't find you as the the religious type.

I also notice no photos of a father or male in your family photos, did your father abandon your family like mine did? We seem so alike, I can't wait to meet you.

While your mother is in the bathroom I make my way to your room. Huh, much less colourful than I expected. you keep things neat yet there's not much to clean. You only have what you need like a bed, dresser and a desk with lots of family photos which makes sense to me due to my old poor lifestyle but probably annoys you alot knowing you can't have nice things. No posters things or privileges, when you're mine. I'll spoil you so much I promise.

With my diary open and ready, I snooped around a bit more until something catches my eye, a diary? Ours are the same. And also from the corner shop around the block, Bingo. Your mother definetly doesn't know you own this, hence why it's in your underwear drawer, ehm- anyways. I empty my hands to pick it up, leaving mine on the edge of your desk-

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shit, your mothers out of the bathroom. I still have time to style this one out. I put the diary back under neath your clothes shoving my diary back in my crossbody bag. Your mother is setting the table, not a big fan of rum but I'll play along.

"You don't seem like the drinking type." I must've I startled her. She cleans up the rum that she spilt off the dinning table with shaky breath. She chuckles and says,

"This is for you, to thank you for returning my wallet. You didn't have to, it shows your a good person," Seeing past the fact I was just walking down the steps.

Something you're not

"I'm flattered, and I'm a rum guzzler. Thanks" I make small talk, its all fake anyway. I'm just waiting for you, I cannot wait any longer for you to return home. Do you want a house like this? Or an expensive mansion?Doesn't matter, anything for you-

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