So we never went back to school, we just kinda left. There was most likely going to be people talking. About Melanie and myself. Scratch that. There already is, we just had to go on our Facebook. And we were having fun quoting the people who made the stupidest comments and we were laughing about it. A lot.
"'Woah, if this kid can get a girl, so can you!'" I say laughing and Melanie's face gets red set as she falls into an even bigger fit of giggles. We are currently at her house just relaxing having fun on Facebook. Even though we rarely use it.
"Okay. Okay stop, I'm gonna pee," she says and I chuckle more, "Okay. Okay. We should watch a movie." she attempts to fight off her giggle fit and fails.
"Alright. If you're up for it. What movie?"
"I don't have a fuckin' clue. But we are gonna have to watch it in my room. Because I don't wanna have my parents come home to me sitting in our living room with someone they've never met."
"Lead on young Padawan." I tell her with a slight smile and she jumps up, then she stops for a moment.
"Hold on. Did you really just call me a Padawan? Really? Am I not a Master yet? Huh, Master Greyson?" she asks and I bite back some laughter and her face turns a deep rose color, " I swear I did not mean it like that. I did not mean that I'm into Master/Slave type of relations!" She says still getting redder, biting her lip and I laugh.
"Where in the hell did you get that? I was thinking Star Wars. But what made you think, that I thought of Master and Slave things?" I ask honestly and to my surprise she gets even more red.
"Fuck! Me!" she yells as she gets to be an even deeper hue of red and she hides her face with the sleeves of her hoodie.
"Are you sure, doll face? What if your parents come home early?" I ask jokingly and she giggles embarrassedly.
"Oh my fucking god. This was a Star Wars joke. And it keeps biting me in the ass. Can we please go watch a movie? So my face will stop feeling like it is on fire?" She asks and I walk toward her and chuckle as I put an arm around her.
"Yes. Lead the way young Padawan." I say quietly and she smiles more and giggles.
"Then follow me, Master Greyson. Its this way." She leads me up the stairs and to the farthest room from the living room. When we get inside, I am greeted by the familiar scent of coffee and I see band posters around the room. I see a guitar with a rather large amp nearby, I chuckle as I look around and she looks at me. I see notes around the room, some are in other languages, some I can read and translate, and others I can't. I look at a nearby shelf and see books and music. A few movies are placed on the top shelf and I reach toward one, and Melanie grabs my arm.
"No, don't grab those. They, are uh, uhm, special?" she says with a half-hearted smile as if she didn't believe herself either. I nod and look at her and she grabs her wrist frowning.
"What is it? Your wrist hurt?" I ask calmly and she looks to me and shakes her head, lying to me, "Hey, I just wanna help. Let me have a look at it alright?" I ask and unzip my hoodie then toss it to her bed. She looks at me hesitantly and I hold out my hand. She gently places her arm in my hand gently as we sit on her bed. She watches me carefully as I gently pull up her sleeve. I pull it up three inches and see the hem of her long-sleeve shirt. She takes a quick breath and starts to pull her arm away.
"Uh, maybe we should just choose a movie?" She asks and I just look at her and she sighs, putting her arm back. She watches me nervously as I gently pull her hoodie sleeve to her elbow. I see the sleeve has some darker areas in on the forearm area but I think nothing of it. I look at her and she is biting her lip and her hand is shaking slightly. I gently pull up the sleeve and as I do I see that the shirt is sticking to her skin slightly. As I pull the shirt away from her skin, I see dried red liquid coming from her arm and I gently turn her arm over so I can see the other side. I see several long red gashes and I nod as I stand. I run my hands through my hair and she is looking at me nervously.
