"My MaRiLyn..."

11

Marilyn and I are having dinner together and it's amazing. She made us chicken pot pie from her house and brought it here to mine. She's really nice and easy going. It's something I didn't expect from her But I'm glad I've finally gazed upon my creation.

"Do you like it here?" Marilyn asks me.

I swallow my food ready to answer her "still-examining" question.

"Well,honestly,I love it," I lie to her.

She widely smiles at me upon hearing my response.

"Good. Because I can't wait to show you everything about this place," she says to me. I smile at her. She's amazing.

"Where are you necessarily from?" Marilyn asks.

"I'm from a place quite unfamiliar. I don't think you'll recognize it when I say it," I say to her.

She chuckles.

"You can tell me,I'll know". She sounds confident.

Well, I can't tell her I'm from a mental asylum. I've been there my whole life. If I tell her,she'll walk away and think of me as some creep. And if Ciara had to tell her anything about that sketch, Marilyn would have me arrested. Then we won't be together at all.

"It's better you don't know where I come from," I tell her.

She nods in agreement.

"I respect that," she is unbelievably intriguing. She's understanding.

We are done eating and just laughing out loud about the worst experiences that we've had. Well, I'm lying to her about everything of course. She can't know anything about who and what I am.

"I always messed up everything for everyone. I was one naughty child," Marilyn says with a laugh.

"I bet you still are naughty," I respond to her.

I'm teasing. She shakes her head out of disbelief and playfully rolls her eyes at me.

"I have my days, Timothy,"

"So do I," I say to her with a devious smile on my face. I hope we make out. Let her get up from that chair Lord and allow her to Make out with me!

Wait,what am I thinking? But oddly enough She has her eyes locked with mine and she is silent. What is She thinking?

Well, I'll never know because we are just staring at each other. She suddenly cuts the gaze that we have locked with each other by looking away from me. It gets awkward.

I clear my throat to speak,

"Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that to you. I don't know what I was thinking Marilyn,I-" She intergects me with a light smile on her face.

"No,don't worry. I will see you tomorrow. I have to go back home," she says and gets up from her seat and walks out of the house.

I deeply sigh.

I suddenly realise that she left her handkerchief.