One Less Lonely Girl

I'm Leaving

I did my happy dance and the towel on top of my head quickly fell. I looked at the rats nest my hair held and snapped back into focus.

I yelled at Marcus to inform me of the time. I was doing good. I had an hour till I had to leave. I curled my hair and beautifully applied my make-up. I was ecstatic with the outcome.

"Now how come you can't get that dolled up for me..?" Marcus was questioning my loyalty. "Hun! This is Justin Bieber," I teased. Marcus didn't reply.

We've been having problems. Neither of us were happy being together but we had just been with each other way too long to just let go. Four years is longer than you think...

I glared at clock to relieve the awkward silence. I had ten minutes until my leaving destination time arrived. I just decided to leave.

I grabbed my things, kissed Marcus' cheek, and left for the weekend without a word.