Marshmallow Heart

Chapter 1- When everything changed

There is only so much you can do surrounded by an acacia tree's shade on a quiet afternoon. I Take it as a 'me' time. To escape from reality, to avoid getting splashed by the boiling tempers of the people at home. Well, I would take it as a 'me' time. More like a weekend-long 'me' time. She was gonna sleep over at the library with her friend Pharaoh. Her mom and her are really close. They both like (love) books, and her mom is a librarian. Every other weekend, they set up camp there, at the back of the fiction section #2. She has now been waiting for about two hours for Pharaoh's mom to arrive in her dark blue-colored Beetle and her sunflower eyeglasses she emailed her that she was gonna wear. Marjay chuckled at the thought.

"I'm so bored," she mumbled, almost incoherently, more to herself than for anyone to hear, getting comfortable on the bech she had all to herself, lying horizontally on it with legs crossed underneath her long beige skirt. She sighs a long sigh, knowing that no one would act on her problems, and just for a slight, silly second, she wondered... If someone would actually answe-

"How about you come with me, then," an ocean-deep voice said behind me, interrupting my thoughts, looking into my green eyes as soon as she turned around.

As my wide, vibrant green eyes with dark circles underneath them met the handsome stranger's sincere, ocean-deep blue ones, her heart started to fly, and her stomach was starting to twist and turn, doing a zumba exercise inside of me.

He took her hand without breaking their gaze, holding it like it was a delicate flower.

"Oh really," I say, with the most unamused tone with a matching face you could imagine. "And where would that be huh?" She asked, her fierce rhetoric face giving off the aura in the open air.

"Just- lets go, before-" he said, before getting cut off by Edna, Pharaoh's mom.

"Hey there Nate," Edna says. "What're you doing here? Just... Picking up some girls?" She asks, her face disgusted.

"You're not her type," Pharaoh says angrily and accusingly.

"Actually Pharaoh, I am," Nate says, being as egoistic as can be. "And she is mine. She's my type, actually... If you haven't noticed, nobody my type has me as theirs... Oh. And before I forget to ask," the sudden flash of sadness that I could have swore was on his face for like about a millisecond, faded and turned into the obviously well done smirk he put on with no effort. And just like that, he bent down on one knee and said, "Marjay Blue," takes in dramatic deep breaths "will you give me your number?" He looks up to her a tad bit, cause even when he's kneeling on one knee, he's still almost the same height as her sitting height. He looks at her with the deepest seriosity she's ever seen a boy have in his eyes.

She thinks about thinking about it, making him feel like she's playing hard to get, or not thinking about it, like an absolute fool, desperate for the touch of the teenage boy species of the human being, desperate for the chance to experience the heat and/or trauma of the infamous first kiss.

Being the hormonal teenage fool of a girl I was, I quickly got a pen from my skirt pocket, and started scribbling my number away on his moist palm, but not before I gave out a small... Smirk? Smile? Twitch beside my lips? I don't know, but whatever it was it must have been really appealing to him, because he got to leave a soft, fast kiss on my cheek before running off with a huge smile.