CHAPTER 7
I've now came to the conclusion that maybe, this stalker that I have is because of Wayne. This stalker that probably knows me, knows that me and Wayne are together. I never knew that dating someone could cause so much.. Trouble. So much trouble in a week, not even a week like what 3-4 days? How has this person found where I live? How has this person got my number? I don't even know who in this school actually has my number except for Wayne, Michael, Samantha, and Laura. Those are the ones that I specifically know of, but I don't know if they gave my number to someone, like such people who ask for no permission, and pass out numbers.
I was looking at the ceiling for about 10 minutes until I decided to get up. I dashed down the stairs almost stunned to see who was there, thinking someone broke into my house. But it pleasured me to see his face, his glowing not too pale skin. Tanned, but fair. His lips looked like he just put chap stick on, glowing while I stared. His hair was nice, thick, and skinny. Freshly combed back, making his hair look like he put jell, but in reality he actually put moose.
"Oh hello, what's up?" I said chuckling. "Haha, I know it's weird seeing me straight in the morning once you wake up but duty calls." He said with a smirk then winked at me. "Duty? Is my mom making you do this again?" I asked. "No. Actually, I requested it to her. I wanted to hang out with you.. So basically I'm babysitting you till 11 PM." He informed me. "Well then, did you eat breakfast?" I asked him while taking out a pan to cook an omelet. "Actually, I didn't cook. I bought us breakfast.." He showed me a paper bag of "everything bagels that were toasted with fresh butter." As he said. "Thanks." I said to him with a smile. I came closer to him then, I wasn't sure either right now was the right time to do so, but I still hugged him.
I found myself hours after breakfast sleeping on the couch. Wayne was in the living room as well, staring. "What are you doing?" I asked him in confusion. "Looking at you.." He got caught off guard. "Quit the staring, i knew i felt someone starring." i said then laughed. "Haha, very funny! I can't stop starring, your eye lashes are unbelievably long!" then he added, "It's looks so beautiful." Guess he was in the mood for some sugar.
"Gee, thanks." I said trying not to blush. I sat up to look at Wayne, searching out what might be in his mind. I really wonder what guys think, and what goes through their minds when they like a girl. If it was for a girl, they pick out what they're going to wear a day before the day they see them, hm makeup, what catches their attention, and A LOT more. But I of course haven't done all these. I've seen my old friends do them.. I've tried, but I didn't workout with me. I just wasn't be, it was the little mean girl in me.
I asked Wayne if I could dress him up, not like a girl obviously, but just give him a little makeover of what I think would suit him. I gathered a bunch of cloths, men clothing obviously, we went shopping together for the items I needed. And then when we got everything we needed, we streamed home. Minute after minutes we reached home and I started working on Wayne's face. I first cleaned any access oil, then started to moisturize his nice, soft skin. After the cream set on his skin, I started to give his some what "beard" a trim. It wasn't really a beard, it was like "I've been only here for two weeks" kind of beard. Carefully, I cut his long hair and made it almost too perfect. Not only did he look charming, but it was so hard for me not to compliment him. He smiled and bring me to his lap. I sat on him and continued working on him while his arms were around my waist. I was proud that my waist hadn't been as fat and unhealthy as it was when I was younger. His arms perfectly went around my whole waist and he squeezed me gently, placing me closer to him. Then I put a clip in his hair to get his hair off of his face. Trolley, I touched Wayne's face, examining it. What next? I thought in my head. Oh those little nose hairs. "Look up." I told Wayne. He looks up and I started to cut away. After I was done, I got a big fluffy brush to get all that hair off of his face. I told him to go and take a shower, since I had gave him a hair cut earlier. I handed him the clothes we bought so it could complete my makeover.
About 15 minutes later, he was done and he sat right beside me. Not only did he look sexy, but his skin just made me want to take the effort to take care of mine, and make it as soft and fresh looking as his. "Where'd you learn all this?" Wayne asked, quite pleased with his appearance. "My dad used to work at a barber when he was about 20 years old. He gave me the job, last year when he found out I hadn't had a job. So I learned everything." I told Wayne. "Wow, your really good." He said. "Thanks, well, you look.. Sexy." I said shy. "Hahaha, yeah. I try to look my best in front of you." He winked at me. "Black suits you." I told him. "I'll keep that in mind." Wayne said shyly.
We held hands, and he looked at me straight in the eyes. We walked to my room, because he wanted to see how it looked. I was thankful that I cleaned it earlier. So I had nothing to worry about. As we walked up the stairs, I noticed I'd forgotten to finish the chores mom left me saying I had to do. I opened my bedroom door, then Wayne looked inside. "It's all white." he said. "Yeah, I love giving the elusion of a big room. Since it's not that big." I responded. He walked around to see the pictures I'd placed all around my mirror. "Who's this?" he pointed towards my prom picture. "That's me and my best friend Jacob." I told Wayne. "Did you guys date?" he asked, examining my expression. "No, we were just best friends. He was my girl, we would tell each other everything." I told him. "Oh, haha. That's nice." he responded shamefully. He took my hand, and leaded me to my bed. "Your bed could fit in at least 5 people!" he said "I know, it's a master bed." I laughed. He lay on my bed, and grabbed my hand so I can lay down with him. I grabbed the sheets and put it on both of us. I closed mu eyes while Wayne's were wide open. He placed his lips against mine, and then let go once I starting smiling a lot.
.. I opened my eyes, to look at Wayne. "What are you doing?" I asked. With no response, Wayne started to cuddle with me. He put one leg on my legs, holding me tight and placed his head on my chest. I played with his nice dark jet black, thick hair and he lay his warm body against mine. "Do you love me?" he asked. And before I spoke one word, I responded cheerfully saying "Yes." I smiled.
