≪crazy in love≫ uriah + marlene

chapter 1

(marlene)

Do you ever just feel like after you realize the person you thought was your friend turned out to be something more. Well if you haven't, because most people don't in their life, the moment, like the first moment, you realize that you love them, you're stuck. You're stuck feeling as nothing will ever change, your heart wrenches in your chest. You feel like a balloon full of air being let go. And there's nothing you can do to change your feelings.

I rub my eyes and sit up.

"Stupid bloody alarm clock." I say smacking it with my palm and throw it across the room.

I groan.

Monday.

I get up and take a shower. Lathering as I do.

I get out and put on warm vanilla sugar fragrance.

I wear a white tshirt, a leather jacket and sheer tight with high waisted denim shorts.

I but on plain black boots.

I put on brown eye shadow, eye liner and concealer.

I curl my hair and eat a muffin.

Soon my normal bubbly thoughts creep into my mind.

I get in my car and play my music, Little Games by The Colourist.

I hum the tune and think of Uriah.

His full caramel brown hair.

His chocolate brown eyes.

His dimpled smile.

How he laughs.

I sigh.

He shouldn't distract me this easily.

But he does.

My dad drops me off at school.

I get out of my car and feel my hair being blown by the wind.

Just as I close the car door someone body slams me into the car and hisses at me to be quiet.

I kick up and knee him in the balls.

He falls on the ground and I turn around.

I laugh.

"Uriah Pedrad, you naughty naughty peasant." I say shaking my head.

"I don't think I'll be able to have children now, Mar it was a joke."

"Child molestation is not a joke."

"I'd hardly call you a child."

I scoff.

He stands up, still in pain.

I chuckle and smirk.

"Wanna hold my books?" I ask in a sing song voice.

"Marlene, you just broke my baby maker and now you want me to brake my back?"

"Yes?" I say confusingly "isn't that what happens everyday?"

He rolls his eyes and takes my books.

We walk across the building, the rusty corners, the pathetic signs covering large holes.

"Do you want to go to the mall after school with everyone?"

Christina has these little things at least once a month. I usually go so that I can go to chipotle right after.

I shrug "why not?"

He smiles, "okay."

We go to class and he lets out a huge sigh and drops my books on my desk.

I pull out a muffin.

"Seriously Mar?"

I smile and nod.

"Want some?" My words grabbed by food.

He takes the muffin and starts to run.

"You bloody-" I say and chase after him.

He runs and swerves over groups of people, eating bits of my muffin.

I run faster and catch up to him. I jump on top of him and he tumbles to the ground.

I breath heavily on top of him and snatch the muffin away.

"Don't make out." I think I hear someone say and stand up.

I brush the dirt of my pants with my palm and help Uriah to his feet.

We go back to class splitting my muffin, saying nothing.

We get into the classroom and he sits next to me.

The final bell rings and the teacher comes in.

"Pst Mar," Uriah says from behind me.

I turn toward him.

He moves my hair back from my ear and sticks a headphone in it.

I forget to breathe.

I smile and adjust it.

He turns on sweater weather and I turn my head and hum the tune.

In the holes of my sweater.

I feel his arm skim mine and I hold my breath.

It could of been mistaken.

It's too cold for you here.

I feel his hand hover over mine.

I look down and he moves his hand.

So I'll hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater.