Teenage Dirtbag

Ch. 12 ..I don't know why it's rated PG-13 but it won't let me change it...

The look on Marcel's face when I had pulled away from him made me smirk the entire way down the stairs. In the living room I sat on the couch and pulled out my phone, finding a random game to amuse myself with while he got dressed. When nearly ten minutes had passed I began to wonder if he'd gotten lost in his room. I was just about to walk back up the stairs when he appeared, his hair still curly and free, glasses hanging from the neck of his shirt. I was almost distracted from the flustered look on his face, "you alright," I asked as he reached the bottom step.

            "I'm fine," he answered with a smile, "why?"

            "Oh nothing," I said, smirking again, "you just had a look on your face is all. Took you awhile to get dressed, I was worried."

            His face instantly turned red, "I was just, contemplating, leaving myself all wild looking..."

            "Well I approve."

            He perked up, "really?"          

            "I told you I liked it upstairs, silly. It looks good that way."

            "Better than how it usually is? I could wear it like this more often if you want."

            "Marcel, I like you either way, dress and put your hair however you'd like."

            He grinned, his dimples brightening up his face, "okay. Sorry I was in the shower when you got here, I lost track of time."

            "Don't worry about it, you made an interesting entrance," I said, smirking again.

            "When you have that look on your face I worry about what you're thinking."

            I grinned, "You should be. So you had me come over at lunch time, does this mean you're making me lunch?"

            "Oh I didn't know I was starving you, come on," he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the kitchen, "what would you like?"

            "Hmm," letting go of his hand I began snooping through the refrigerator and cabinets, pulling out a box of pasta I turned to him, "can we make spaghetti?"

            "Sure," he answered, putting his glasses on, setting a pot full of water on the stove to boil, "I don't cook much, so I hope you know how to do all this."

            "I think between the two of us we can boil some pasta and pour sauce on top."

            He smiled, "yeah I guess you're right. Want to find a movie or something to watch while we wait?"

            "Yeah, but I picked last time so it's your turn.