Heaven help a fool who falls in love
"Marilyn!"
The door to my aunts apartment is thrust open, and after I narrowly miss face planting the floor, my Aunt Natalie pulls me in to a suffocating embrace. My lungs are contracting at an alarming rate- desperately trying to get oxygen to circulate my body. After an eternity, Natalie finally lets me go.
"Auntie, you literally saw me yesterday and the day before when I arrived, there is no need for a hug like that", I pause and release a shaky breath," if I wanted to die than by all means carry on however I'd like to keep my life intact for now." Natalie just laughs, the colourful bangles on her wrist jingling.
Natalie is the epitome of sunshine. Her eyes are always warm, her smile bright and the atmosphere is never not vibrant . She's positive and joyful, and resembles a dog in a field of bones- no, small country of bones.
Like a dog without a bone, she wilts like a sunless flower and gives me her best puppy dog eyes (I can't stop with the dog references, sorry)
"But Marilyn,"she whines," you promised me we could have a girls night!"
It's around six and Natalie and I are perched on her chaise lounge- flicking through Netflix. I'm thoroughly tired and would sell my soul for some sleep. Natalie,of course, isn't pleased and wants to have a Netflix marathon and a pillow fight- as well as a popcorn eating contest. May I remind you that the woman is 28.
"I never get to see you seeing as you live, on the other side of the world, and I just wanna spend time with my favourite niece!"
"1,I'm your only niece; 2, San Diego is not on the other side of the world and 3, I'm fucking tired!"
Natalie throws a pillow at my face.
"Don't swear in my apartment", she reprimands.
It amazes me when Natalie picks her moments to be an adult.
I glance over at my aunt, her brown curls are messy and her dark brown eyes are bordering murder tendencies. She's pretty but fairly high maintenance, the woman needs no man. She has curls like me and my father although mine are more waves. Our eyes are the same shape and faces slightly similar. I take after my mother in the appearance department more so, so it's no surprise that Natalie and I look different- she is my fathers younger sister.
"We need to have a proper catch up session, you know?"
I nod, and then I proceed to bury my head in the cushion Natalie threw at me earlier.
"It's only six and we have a whole night to catch up and I'm sure you're dying to know about what new celebs I've operated on!"
"You make it sound like you're a surgeon saving celebs lives, not a stylist stopping them from imminent fashion doom!"
"A case of ifd is far worse than any form of cancer, it's rather a shame I get paid less than those surgeons"
At that statement, I roll my eyes to infinity and count the hours to Natalie will eventually drift off and sleep. I come to the conclusion of never, she is nocturnal.
"So any boys on the horizon?" Clearly sensing my disinterest in her fashion endeavours, she turns to the ever present topic of boys.
"Well," I begin.
I'm immediately greeted with an excited squeak and I watch with apprehension as Natalie leaps from her side of the sofa, to a mere inch from my face.
I blink.
Natalie is still there, her smile smug and a spill- or face the wrath of my in-desperate-need-of-a-manicure nails, look on her face. I don't even know how I can infer that from one look. Wanting to avoid the latter, I tell her about Gray. How we met, how he appears to be a loner yet not anti-social, and how there is something so broken radiating from him. Oh, and how we flirted, exchanged numbers and have been on and off texting for the past day. We have also talked numerous times in the classes we share.
Natalie is ecstatic.
"Woop, go Marilyn, go Marilyn! I'm so happy for you, he sounds awesome even his whole vulnerable, exposed side sounds drool worthy."
"Yeah I guess, when we talk though it's never really about him. I try to switch the topic to him but he always shrugs it off, he is definitely got some secrets."
" Are you sure he isn't gay?"
With that parting comment, I flash Natalie a cold look and get up to get a bag of crisps. I need a refreshment.
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The Camera Never Lies| ON HOLD
Teen FictionWhen Marilyn Thornes family becomes bankrupt, she is sent to live in the concrete jungle that is called New York City. Living with her eccentric aunt whilst her family is desperately getting back on their feet, Marilyn has never felt more alone with...
