Under the Moon with Him

Mar-uh

So I bought a journal today, why? I don't know why. I guess it makes me feel better just to write my problems down haha. Well, good thing I bought it today. Because today was really great, like really great! It's summer, after all I should always feel good in the summer. Today I decided to go on a walk around 10:00 in the morning after I did all of my daily morning chores and made myself and my Bf some breakfast, he likes French toast, so do I. It works out. Anyway, so I went walking and I realized I had a lot of money and nothing to spend it on... my dumbass went into a CVS, and impulse bought this journal and a teddy bear.

Later on in my walk I realized I had no way to carry it all, so I walked back home and arrived at 10:30. My Bf was really confused on why I was home so early, he seemed angry about it for some odd reason? I gave him the teddy bear in the end, because that's why I got it... I think? I don't know why I bought either of these but it just felt right to hand it to him. He didn't thank me, but it was worth seeing him smile for even half a second. We've only been together for a month, and that was the first time he slept over. Later in the day at lunch I made some enchiladas, we sat down at the table and had them along with some wine coolers and it was delicious. We started to talk around halfway through the meal
"So, how's it been at work hmm?" I looked up at him curios.
"It sucks a lot, but it's worth the money. Being a mechanic ain't fun but it pays the bills." I don't know why, but whenever he speaks I feel my stomach tighten up a bit, he's just got a way with words. Even when he says something so bland, I just get butterflies.
"Well, how's the meal Darrel?" He doesn't like to talk much, but like I said. I love it when he does.
"It's great Maryuh" (he pronounced it, mar-yuh)
There's a small thing. With my name. No one. AND I MEAN, no ONE LIVING SOUL! Gets my name right... but it's fine with Darrel, he's from Germany and his real name is Dietmar but he goes by Darrell as what he calls 'an Americanized name' but that's no excuse. What is though, he says his accent makes it hard.
He looked up at me from the food
"Something wrong love?" He stared at me, I must've looked like I had seen a ghost then.
"I keep on telling you, it is Mar-uh! Get it right!" I gave him what he calls 'that look' Darrel says it likes I'm trying to burn a hole through him with my eyes sometimes when I give him 'that look'
"Sorry..." he didn't say more than that which kind of pissed me off, but I love him. And I'm willing to deal with it. One of my only best friends, out of the very little friends I have anyway, say it's not a good relationship when he's only called me my actual name once, but it isn't Arya's relationship, it's mine.
And I love him.