Earth Angel

Chapter 3

We spent the rest of the time at the pool under the sun, on his towel, tangled in each other. Why was I so deeply in love with him? How could we make out in a pool when I only met him yesterday?

"Margie, I'm so glad you came to the drugstore yesterday," He chuckled, and I watched his adams apple move up and down again.

"So am I. If it weren't for you, my dad wouldn't have his tobacco. And he'd be mad," We both laughed a little, and I noticed he wouldn't tear his eyes from me.

"My dad is just like that. If he doesn't get any more for his pipe, it'll be World War III, let me tell ya," The way he giggled while he said something funny was possibly the most heavenly thing I've ever experienced.

He moved his hand over to hold my hand, and again he was staring at me. I felt so flattered, and my face was probably as red as a tomato!

"Hm... Margie," He said thoughtfully.

"What?"

"No, no, I was just thinking about your name," He half smiled, which brought a whole stampede of butterflies to every part of my body. "I don't like Margie. I like Margaret."

I giggled. "Why is that?"

"Margie sounds like an old lady! Margaret sounds like a beautiful, young lady. Which is you," He nudged me. I bit my lip.

"My whole family calls me Margie," Even though I preferred that over Margaret, Margie did sound like it belonged to an old lady. "But you can call me Margaret."

"What's your middle name?" He asked.

"Eve," I responded. "Margaret Eve Young." He nodded, and then propped his elbow on the towel so he could rest his head on his hand.

"Okay, Margaret Eve," He simpered looking very satisfied. "A pretty name for a pretty girl."

I knew I was blushing. "Oh stop," I said, even though I didn't want it to stop. "Andrew is so perfect for you, as well." He laughed.

"Sure," He said, sarcastically. "Call me Drew."

"Okay, Drew." I said, my smile growing. He took a piece of hair and tucked it behind my ear. He started to go in for another kiss, but then Kat ran up to us. We quickly pulled apart.

"Margie, Jan says it's time to go," She sounded out of breath. She looked over at Drew. "Who's that?" She tried to whisper.

"Kat, say hi to Drew," I said. Kat waved to him, and he waved back. I felt my face get hot again.

"Is that your boyfriend?" She said in her loud whisper voice. I laughed nervously.

"Kat, how about you go and just tell Jan that I'll be home later." Kat nodded and ran off. I had expected Jan to come over and ask why I'd be home later, even though she'd know the answer. But she never came over to me. They both just left without another word.

Drew and I left shortly after Kat and Jan did. We went to the park, found a nice spot under a tree, and we just talked for a long time. He said he was a college freshman, which shocked me a bit.. I had to take time to fully understand that I made out with a college boy. He also told me about his parents, and how his dad was a surgeon, and he told me about his younger brother Vincent, who was Kat's age.

After we got to know each other better, he drove us to a nearby diner, where we talked even more. We both got soup, and then shared a sundae when we were done.

Around 8:30, he drove me home, and I wished the ride from the diner to my house was longer.

"Well, Margaret," He said, while stopping a the curb in front of my house, "I had a grand time with you."

"So did I, Drew," I agreed. I didn't want to leave his car. "I hope we can do this again."

He smiled. "Of course. Here," He pulled a pencil and a gum wrapped from his pocket. I giggled. "I'd like your number." I took the wrapper and pencil and wrote the digits down.

"Thanks, Margaret. See you around." His cheeks were a bright pink, his eyes shimmered from the street light shining through his Chevy, and his lips looked so luscious. I couldn't resist.

I leaned over and pressed my lips to his. I felt the goosebumps rise on my skin again as his hands touched my face. He then pulled me over to him, to his lap. I was startled when my shoe hit the horn. Luckily it made no sound.

Our kissing got more intense and passion was so thick in his car. His hands were on my hips and my arms were hooked around his neck. He started planting small kisses down my neck, and our foreheads rested against each other's. I sat there, on his lap, while the sun set and I could feel his breathing beneath me. I felt so good.

"That was better than goodbye." He said, which made me laugh.

....

When I got inside, my mother and father both turned their heads. I knew I was in for some questioning.

"Hello, Margie," My mom said. "Where were you? I asked your sister where you were, and she said you'd be home later, but with no explanation as to why."

"I was with Danielle," I lied. Danielle was one of my closest friends, until she moved to the other side of town. I hope she doesn't remember that."

"Are you telling the truth?" My dad pressed. I nodded.

"Yes, dad."

"Okay, Margaret. Next time, tell us why." My mom said. I gave her a quick nod and went upstairs to take a shower and get the smelly chlorine out of my hair. All I could think of while the water rinsed off soap from my hair was when he would call.

When I stepped out of the steamy bathroom, I didn't go to my room. I peeked in Jan's room.

"Hey Jan? Did anyone call while I was in the shower?" I asked, sheepishly. She grinned.

"Why, Margie?"

"Just tell me." I pleaded. I hated when she did this.

"No, no one called. Now, tell me why you asked." I sighed as she patted the spot on her bed, next to her. I sat down.

"Well, Andrew and I hung out and I gave him my number." She gave me a look of disapproval.

"No, no, Margie. What really happened?" Of course she knew.

"Okay. We kissed," I told her. She got all excited, and her lips formed a big 'O'.

"Oh, Margie! That's wonderful!"

"Yeah. It was. I felt so good with him." She smiled at me.

"Oh, how exciting!"

"But now I have to wait for him to call. And every time the phone rings, I'm going to have to pick it up," I paused. "If I can get there quick enough." Jan sighed.

"Well, I'll help you out with that." She offered. I smiled gratefully at her and got up from her bed to go to my room and get dressed. She stopped me.

"One more thing, Margie," She said. "Be patient. He'll call." I sighed and nodded, and walked to my room.

All night long, the only things that lingered in my mind were what Jan said, and a question:

When?