I find myself listening to more Elvis Presley than before. I'm almost twenty and I find myself all alone on a Friday night with junk food in one hand and the TV remote in the other. Flipping through the movies, hoping to find something action packed, I land on a romantic comedy like always. It's the same one as a two weeks ago "13 Going On 30" and I stare at the cover. I think of the couple and compare it to my ideal couples:
Ms. Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy
Han Solo and Princess Leia
Rob and Laura Petrie
Hank and Peggy Hill
Marty McFly and Jenifer
They are cute, but they don't fit my ideals - even I don't really know why, but they don't. I shuffle on into the kitchen and make myself some coffee.
"What you making there?" He says as he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my cheek.
"Coffee. Want any?" He smiles.
"Anything you make, I always want." He's so sweet to me and he looks so good in his messy morning hair, no shirt and sweatpants. He compliments me, saying I look so good in his shirt. I laugh and tell him the coffee's ready and we both go and sit down to watch a show together on our day off.
The coffee machine makes its click noise as it finishes and I'm brought back to reality. My hair is a mess and my clothes have holes in them from playing with the dog. I look, to put it simply, like trash.
The movie I end up choosing is "Back to the Future" as it's my favorite. When I get halfway through it I'm quoting lines unconsciously.
"I love that you know this movie so well babe," he squeezes me into him, "but I enjoy how the actors say it more goofball." He kisses my forehead and gets me laughing
The credits roll. I turn off the TV and go back into bed. I think of him laying next to me, me looking at him as he sleeps thinking how did I get so lucky. I curl up into his chest, close my eyes, and drift asleep.
When I wake up the next morning all alone, I slowly get out of bed and head into the bathroom. I look in the mirror.
"You're unlovable." I go back to my fantasies.
