The Cory and Topanga of Our Generation

I Could Get Used to This

After dinner I decide to call Olivia and Claire. Marc starts a fire and picks out a movie for us to watch while I talk.

"Hey, Liv."

"Hi! Are you okay? Marc-"

"I'm fine but I don't think I'll be back home anytime soon. I need to take my mind off this."

"With Marc?"

"Of course."

"You and Marc will be living in the same house- a real house and you're not freaked out about that?"

"No, why should I be?"

"Because that's what you do when you're married."

"Or that's what you do when you're in a serious relationship."

"Okay fine but I better be able to come see you."

"If you bring food you can."

"Hmm. Okay! Hey, I gotta go but let me know when I can come see the house!!"

"Okay. I love you Olivia!"

"Love you too! Ttyl!" I laugh and hang up. Now to call Claire. She is going to be extremely mad.

"Hi, Claire Bear!"

"Hey." Claire answered distantly.

"You're mad at me aren't you?"

"Yeah but not for the reason you think."

"Why are you mad at me?"

"It's not important. How are you, though? You good?" I hear the fake happiness in her voice.

"Yeah I'm good. You don't sound okay, though. What's wrong Clara?" I walk into the bedroom- out of earshot of Marc.

"Don't flip out."

"Why-"

"Just, please." Her voice was sharp like she was about to start crying.

"Okay. I won't flip out."

"I.. I'm" I hear a short sob before she hangs up. I sit on the bed thinking of everything that could be wrong with her. I'll try calling her again in the morning. I shake of my worry and head back to my love.

"Babe, did you find a movie?" I ask as I walk back into the room.

"Yes ma'am. You're favorite too, Grease!"

"Yay!" I sit down next Marc and he immediately puts his arm around me. I breath in his scent and get lost in the movie. After half an hour I start to feel my eyelids droop.

"Hey, Cass?" Marc say just above a whisper his lips a hundredth of a centimeter away from my ear.

"Hmm?" I say while turning to look at him.

"Wanna go to bed?" I start to sit up and say.

"Yeah I'm real-" Marc cuts me off.

"Me too." He says quickly taking my hand and walking with me to our room.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask while we brush our teeth at the double sink in the master bathroom.

"Nothing, I'm fine." He starts to walk away

"No. What's wrong." I say grabbing his wrist and stepping close to him.

"I said I was fine."

"But I don't believe you."

"Well that sucks for you." Marc says and then walks out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

"Ugh." I crawl into bed next to him and he wraps his arm around my waist. Soon his grip loosens.