We stayed up until midnight, talking, laughing, and doing weird things only best friends or couples do. I felt so connected to him like we were meant to be. I knew he would never feel that way. I was just some girl who let him inside to have a cup of tea and binge-watch Grey's Anatomy with, nothing more.
I looked at Joe, his eyes, his smile, his hair, pretty much everything at this point. I looked at him and smiled, not with my photo smile though, my real smile, and I had absolutely no shame in doing so.
"You have a pretty smile." He said.
"Thanks, you have a pretty face." I said, well, shit. Looks like I'm ruining my chances with him, again.
"How do you do it?" he asked.
"Do what?"
"Look perfect in every way possible." I blushed. Perfect? Me? Marilyn Jane goddamn Johnson, was perfect? Hell to the no. I was far from perfect, perfect was so far from me that I needed to pay extra just to text perfect. What drugs was this kid on?
I giggled, awkwardly. "How do you make me feel such things, Joe?" I blurted out. He held my hair and looked at me with a grin on his face. "I have no idea, how do you make me feel this way, Mary?"
"By being perfect of course." I said sarcastically. He laughed and tilted his head upwards. "That might be it." I held his head and kissed him. He kissed me back and gently placed his hands on my waist and pulled me closer.
"You're great, did you know that?" he said.
"I tell myself that every day."
He kissed me again and slowly moved his hands up my back. He held my neck gently and caressed my hair.
"You're beautiful, Marilyn. So very beautiful."
"If it makes you feel any better you're beautiful too."
He laughed and kissed me again. "I should go now, it's almost 2:00 AM."
"Should we meet up tomorrow at my place again, also, how the fuck did you find my house?"
He laughed again."I asked Maya. I knew she was your friend so I reckoned that she'd know."
"Thank God, I thought you were a stalker or something."
We both laughed and he kissed me goodbye. I couldn't explain how he made me feel.---------------
I LOOKED AT my messages just to see 29 DM's from Maya.
"MARY JOE JUST ASKED ME FOR YOUR ADRESS HELP"
"MARY OH MY GOD HES XOMING OVER."
"MARY HOLY SHIT"
"ANSWER ME DAMNIT"
And the messages went on and on. I read them all and replied with "We kissed lmao" I was waiting for her reaction and it took her only 3 seconds to reply.
"WHATWHATWHATWATWAHAHWGWFS"
"I KNOW RIGHT! WE WERE TALKING AND THEN WE STARTED FLIRTING AND THEN HE JUST KISSED ME."
"I NEED EVERY DETAIL ASAP"
I told her everything that happened and she congratulated me for making a move. She called me and we talked for a bit, then we fell asleep.
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I HEARD THE front door open and my first thought was 'Oh fuck'. It was my mum. She finally arrived at 4:21 AM.
"Hey Mom."
"Hi sweetie, sorry I'm late, I had a-"
"Work thing? Friend problem? Traffic problem? Save the excuses mom, please. I know you were out drinking."
"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm trying to do better."
"Well you better." I said "I'm going to bed now, good night."
"Good night honey."
I went upstairs to my room. I obviously wasn't going to sleep, I took my phone and saw a text from Joe.
"Hey, my friend Aiden has a party tomorrow night. Wanna go together"
"Yea sure."
"Sounds great, I'll pick you up at 8.00."
"Okay, bye Joe :)"
"Bye :)"
I closed my phone and smiled. How did he make me feel this way?
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Highschool Sweethearts
RomanceMarilyn Jane Johnson is an 18-year-old high schooler. Towards the end of her last semester at Birchwood High, her friend Maya Stuart invites every year 12 to her beach house for an end-of-the-school-year party. Marilyn's hesitant because she hardly...