Flaunting LDR

Chapter Twenty - Mine

These past few days have been the best ones yet. Although I didn't get to be with Michelle the whole day because I had to attend classes, I still enjoyed the nights I spent with her, which is every night.

Right after school, I would take a train to go directly to Hyatt Place. I always made sure I brought an extra shirt that I could change into after school. I also brought necessary toiletries in my bag so that I could freshen up a little bit before meeting up with Michelle. I don't wanna smell like body odor when I'm with her.

It's already Friday and we planned on making her meet my parents at dinner at my place. My mom has been asking me when I could bring her over for a million times. Every time I get home from Michelle's, she would ask me if I could bring her over the following night. So I decided to have her come over tonight.

"Yes mom, we're on our way."

"Did you make sure you cleaned the car before you let her in?"

"Yes-"

"Did you spray some freshener?"

"Yes-"

"Good. Now did you freshen yourself? Goodness, if you didn't, such disgrace to the Espejo family."

"Mom," I whined.

"I'm kidding sweetheart," mom laughed. "Now go ahead."

"Bye mom, love you and take care."

"I love you more darling, take care of yourself and Michelle."

"Yes mom, bye." Mom then hung up.

I turned around and Michelle was already behind me, holding a box from Delightful Pastries.

She's wearing a black cardigan over her red dress with black floral doodles, a gray scarf around her neck, black stockings to cover her legs, and a pair of red doll shoes. Her waves were defined into curls and she had an off-white beanie and her cute pair of glasses on.

She looked absolutely gorgeous. How can one lady look gorgeous for six days straight? Plus a red nose? She could seriously flaunt the red nose.

"Marc?"

I quickly snapped out from gazing at her. "What was it that you just said?"

"I asked if it was your mom you just talked to a minute ago," she said. She widened her eyes a little bit in suspicion.

"Yeah, it was mom. She was asking if we're on our way and if I got the car ready before I picked you up a while ago," I said. She nodded and smiled. I gestured for us to head back to the car. When she started walking, I got the box from her hands so she wouldn't have to carry anything. "So, what's in this box?" I asked, trying to look like I'm still not gazing at the way she looked. Damn, she's so irresistible. 

"Oh, that? They're Chocolate Cups. They have fruits on top of them. It doesn't look that diabetic to me," she laughed.

We decided to stop by Chicago French Market because Michelle insisted that she wouldn't go to a dinner she was invited to without bringing anything for the table. She sure has manners.

"They look like fruit tarts," I said, peeking at the contains of the box.

"Hey! No peeking! You'll destroy the box," she said.

"OC little lady," I teased. She just pushed me lightly and giggled.

***

"Marc, wait!" Michelle said as she grabbed my arm for me to stop.

She's holding my arm. Oh God.

I turned around and looked at her, she still didn't let go. "What is it, Mich? Is there something wrong? Are you alright?" I held her other arm to let her know that I'm not in a hurry. Marc. Keep calm. Keep it cool.