Cheryl's POV
I always thought it was silly, people making out in libraries. I didn't get it. But I do now. Who'd have thought you
could actually 'do' so much in one; get so excited; get so out of breath; end up looking like you've run a marathon...
all in a library.
Libraries are hot, libraries are happening, that library right now is me love monument.. Like the Taj Mahal, yes that
was it..That library was me Taj Mahal..
"OUCH! What the *Duck*, Sarah!?"
"You are not listening to me!"
"She's not 'me girl'! She doesn't belong to us! Don't talk about her like she is an object" I was having another
argument with Sarah. More like I was arguing and she was teasing and laughing.
"Oh defensive much? Well then I guess you are 'her girl' then..." she was trying to keep her face expressionless. Sarah
was evil. I was getting more p!ssed off and more confused.
"What?"
"You have a very suspicious 'bruise' on your neck just below your jaw line, a little under your ear. Either someone is
really skilled at punching tiny little bruises like that, or, someone is really skilled at, 'sucking'... 'like that'."
I swear I would've slapped her if I wasn't so taken by shock and horror. Me eyes were bulging and I sucked in a sharp
breath.
I didn't need to see the mirror to see what I must have looked like. Me face was hot. And if it was hot, it was most
likely very red. *Ducking* hell. Bulging fish eyes and a red face...
"Are you serious!? Where...??How...??"
With that, she let split an enormous echo of laughter in the restroom. Luckily no one else was there. Better that way, I thought--much easier to dispose of a body.
She was hysterical. I thought she was going to fall down and roll around on the floor. She looked like she was having
a fit.
"Sarah! I'm going to kill ya. SERIOUSLY!" But the laugher continued.
"What! -- How! -- How! --", Was followed by more laughter. And more signs of craziness. She was laughing so much
she couldn't even speak. I decided to ignore her and wallow in me embarrassment and I stepped over to the big mirror
hanging over the row of basins. God damn it!! There wasn't just one...
Damn.
Sarah eventually recovered and came to give us a hug. I tried to get away from her in mock disgust, but she wouldn't
let go. Her giggling started again too. "I'm sorry Cheryl! I wasn't laughing at you!"
"Oh yeah? What were you doing then?"
"I was laughing at your expression! What you said. It was cute, so innocent!" I shrugged her off us and moved away.
I'm not 'cute'. "I've never seen you like this before. It's quite adorable."
I looked in the mirror again, "I've never seen us like this before either" Then I looked at her reflection. She was
looking at us like a kid looks at a little puppy. Like she just wanted to hold us and pet us and feed us doggie treats.
"And it's not 'adorable'."
"I think it is."
I rubbed at me temples and let out an annoyed sigh.
"Actually, I think it's kind of sexy... Being marked like that." I raised me eyebrows and she continued.
"It's a sign of possession, Cheryl. Now people will know that you are..."
"Possessed?"
"Taken!"
She knocked us on me shoulder and I smiled. So hickeys are signs of ownership, huh? Well I was already running after
her like a love sick animal, so I was already 'owned'... I mean branded. Hmph. I didn't mind a bit. I wonder if I
returned the favour...?
"What are you smiling about? I bet you're thinking about the owner of the mouth that put all those little love bites on
you." Actually yes, I was, but I am not going to tell her that.
"I'm going slap you, Sarah. Seriously. Then, I'm going beat the sh!t out of you too, Resident Evil style" She was unyielding with her teasing.
"I'd like to see you try, friend!"
