That Girl

Feelings

Marco. I need to find Marco. Oh gods I'm so stupid. I stopped my search and finally took in my surroundings. I was on the path leading to a park that I would bring my tutees to when they were bored. I would bring Marco there sometimes knowing that no matter how old he got the park was definitely a favorite place for him and everyone else to relax. There wasn't that many people around as it was most likely 7pm. The sky's beautiful orange and red hues had calmed down into a black-ish blue. The streetlights had just begun to open and the people were likely to be at home, yet here I am. Blinded by my foolishness, I had just ran out of the house looking for Marco knowing perfectly well I should have just stayed put like my mom told me to. I knew I had to go back, but my legs wouldn't follow my request. I was in the park free of people except for me. 

I made my way to the swings and sat down trying to clear my mind. My hand went to the bridge of my nose trying to ease the pain in my head from all the thoughts that swirled in my mind. I wanted to go back. I had to go back. From the way my mom told me she would ask Mrs. Wright about Marco would mean that he would be going to my house. That was the point of me coming out here wasn't it? To see him? No, the real question is why? This is such a dumb thing for me to ask, yet why can't I answer it? Sighing, I looked up at the sky. The moon currently is being blocked by the stray clouds and the stars were just a few. It was calming and definitely what I needed. This is what I needed, a place for me to think about what was going on. 

Marco had been avoiding me. That was it. He was moving on and that should be a good thing. I mean we're in college, a place wherein we meet new people, have new experiences and its the point in our lives where we grow up. He will leave me and so will I. We'll live our lives knowing that we had a good friend throughout our lives as children to young adults. He's going to open up a new chapter without me someday and I will too. This is normal, something that I had anticipated when I was growing up, however thinking of a life without Marco? 

For some odd reason my heart aches thinking about it. Another unusual thing seeing as I have thought of this several times and only this time this has happened. This unfamiliar throbbing in my heart has been going on ever since Marco and I have not been talking. I took another breath in to stop it from doing so. I've heard of this feeling before, but it can't be. 

I don't love him... 

Or do I? No, it's probably just me being so scatterbrained. I don't love- 

"Wren!" I was pulled out of my thoughts and turned to the man whose voice it belonged to, Marco. "You're here! Thank the gods out there that you're here!" I felt myself pulled into a warm sensation. Before I knew it, Marco had pulled me into a tight hug. Awkwardly, I patted his bag signifying that it was a bit uncomfortable. He understood and put back a comfortable distance between us.  "Where have you been? No, that's a stupid question because you're right here and that's all that matters. Why did you even think leaving the house without bringing your own phone was good idea? I bought it for you for a reason! And your mother! You scared her by leaving just like that without telling her! Why did you do that?!" All these questions were being flown at me one by one and I didn't know how to answer them all at once. I almost felt like crying because of how overwhelming it was.

"Wren?" I finally looked up at him, his eyes meeting mine. There was concern and anxiousness written all over his face. I almost laughed at how messy he looked. His usual clean and refine, yet casual appearance had been messed up with a blown out hair-do and a blushing red face from what could have been because of him running. Wait, running? I took a closer look at him and he was panting just a bit as his hand went up to his hair messing it up more than it already was. He was looking all over for me... 

"I'm sorry." I felt bad for doing all of this to him. This shouldn't have happened. As I said this his face changed into one of relief. "You don't need to be. This was technically my fault." He chuckled a bit as he sat down on the other swing next to the one I had been on. "What do you mean?" He looked at me with a 'Really?' kind of expression on his face. "Nevermind." He nodded as I sat back down on the swing as well. No words were exchanged this time and silence loomed over us. Peacefully, we swung ourselves back and forth only the sound of the chains creaking. This had been our first conversation in a week and unfortunately in just a week we went back to having troublesome silences. I dislike this. I need to say something. 

"Marco."

"Wren" 

We looked at each other as we both said the others name. Realizing our mistake we began to laugh. "Wren. Don't ever do that again." I tried to breathe so that I could answer him. Gulping in a large breath I finally calmed down. "I won't." He smiled and took my hand. 

"And I won't do that again." 

"Do what?" 

"Ignore you." 

"Now that I think about it, why were you ignoring me?" 

His swinging came to a stop. As his did so, so did mine. 

"I didn't mean to. I guess I just needed some time away from you so I could think about something." Confused by what he said, I decided to let it slide. We were talking to each other again and that's all that mattered. 

"I'm glad. I don't ever want you ignoring me again... It was a horrible experience." I looked straight at him and said, "Please don't do it again." 

He nodded without hesitation and a warm sensation surrounded my being. 

"Marco?" 

"Yes?" 

"I like being with you. This week hasn't been the same without you and for some odd reason this weird throbbing sensation has happened several times because you weren't there. Especially during that time when Mia told me how your day together was. When she did so I felt incredibly upset and it just wasn't right. Is that weird?" Marco was quiet as I said my piece. His face which should have calmed back down to its normal color was still red. He was blushing for some odd reason and immediately I felt puzzled. 

"You do know what that means, right?" 

"Yes. It means that I like Marco."

He looked at me surprised which perplexed me even more. His face became redder and I became more concerned. 

"You like me?" He stuttered out which was a bit odd, but without hesitation I said with no fear at all. 

"Yes. I like you. You're my best friend! Of course I would see you as an important friend of mine." 

"Wait what?!" 

All of a sudden, Marco had his face covered with his hands and was groaning into them. I knew it. He really was sick wasn't he? 

Soon his groaning stopped and he turned to look at me. 

"Wren?" 

"Yes?" 

"You are going to kill me one day." 

"What?" 

"Are you sure that's really what you see me as?" 

"Yes. How else would I see you?" 

"I don't know..." He sat upright on the swing, his gaze never leaving mine. 

"I was just thinking maybe as someone who you could fall in love with..?" 

Now it was my turn to blush. 

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This is actually the longest I've ever written (I think) for this fic. I know I should be giving you guys more chapters for my long absence, but at the moment I'm actually working on many things (curse my head for making up so many ideas and trying to finish them all at once). Anyway I hope this long chapter and the other before it was enough for y'all to forgive me :) 

So It may take a while before I update again (sorry!!) But I'll really try to update faster this time! Like probs once a month if I can okie? 

Sorry if there's mistakes here and there... hehe

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