Chapter 17: Rosemarie
I stared at myself in the mirror, only wearing my underwear. I traced my pinkie finger along the red and.purple marks stretching up my stomach. 'You're like J. C. You'll never leave me, but i don't love these.' I stood there. Just remembering what I used to look like. 100+ pounds oversized. Only friend was Jade. And she was usually with J. C. But she is the one who helped me. She used to be big too. But the summer before 7th grade we were tired of the fat jokes, so we ate less, exercised, everything. And when 7th grade started we were 100 pounds lighter. We still exercise just not as much. I was to occupied about the past, to realize someone was opening the door. J. C came in and saw me. Standing there in my rainbow and unicorn matching bra and underwear. I started to cry. I tried to run from the room, but he closed the door and pushed me, against the wall. I had tears running down my face. He haa_ me pushed against the wall. "J. C. Let me go." He leaned forward and kissed you. I kissed him back. I calmed down, forgetting the marks on my stomach pressing against his bare chest. I couldn't stop. But I had to know. "Why do you not care about these?" I asked. He stared at me.
"Because, the most beautiful human being is standing in front of me. Why would I care about marks that you can't change. I. Love. You. Not your marks. Not your underwear. I love these." He pointed to my thighs, "I love these," he points to my stomach, "and I love you." He opened a drawer and pulled out a black box. He opened it a silver glint inside. I held my breath. "So, because only I can show you your true beauty. Rosemarie, will you marry me?" I nodded my head, pulling him up wrapping myself into his warm embrace. Even though we each had some type if clothing on, it was hot. Our skin burned. My cheeks flushed. He picked me up, and kissed me. He's kissed me a hundred times before. This is the only kiss I have loved the most. His skin, hard but soft under mine. I didn'tI needed air. I stopped to breathe, and only got a gulp before he was kissing me again. He kissed my arm, each mark covering my stomach, my forehead, my hand, and back to my lips. My mouth opened, I could taste his breath. Mint. His mouth opened and I closed mine, scared to go further. That didn't stop him. He continued to kiss me, gasping for breath now and then. He had pushed me farther back into the mirror. My burning skin, fogging up the mirror. He was leaning forward, trying to get to me. I jumped off of the counter, where he pushed me back into the wall. He was kissing me, his arms pushed against the wall. I stopped for air and became very tired. He noticed and stopped. We had messed up the bathroom. My big butt had knocked everything off of the counter. We were breathing heavily.
"We should clean up." He said, kissing me one more time. I held his arm.
"Can I ...?" I didn't know how to say it, yet he knew exactly what to I meant.
"Yeah. You were going to anyway." We hurriedly cleaned. He carried me quickly to his room. He just kicked off his pants. We had to be quiet, because Cameron and Jade were sleeping. I jumped into bed after him and pulled the blanket around us.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
