Weirdoes, Idiots, and Awkward People

Chapter Two

Well my first kiss was a total dud. It wasn’t cute and romantic like the kissing you see on TV or read in books. It was instead a stupid attempt to get me to shut up. Also not to mention I haven’t seen Mason since that night and it’s been a month! I don’t understand people… scratch that I don’t understand him! Who just randomly kisses a girl and never talks to her again! Wait… why do I care so much? All he did was kiss me it shouldn’t be a big deal. Right? Right! I’m making it way too much of a big deal and that’s what’s causing me to be so confused! I just have to stop thinking about the kiss; I just need to stop thinking about him. I lie on the couch and shove a pillow on top of my face. Trying, trying very hard to forget.

“IVY!” my aunt yells. I ignore her.

“IVY!” my aunt yells again, she comes over to the couch and rips the pillow off my face. I feel myself gag as I get the strong scent of French Perfume and liquor.

“There is a boy here for you.” I look over at the open door and I see him. My aunt grabs my hand and pulls my face close to hers.

“Don’t be long! Understand?” her hand is so tight around my wrist I can barely feel it, and she is breathing into my face. Honestly I’m not even listening to her, I’m too disgusted and busy thinking about how my wrist hurts.

“IVY! DO YOU UNNNNDDDEEERRRSTAAANNNDD!?”

“Yes ok I understand I wont be long I promise.” I say yanking my wrist away from her hand. “Also while you’re at it you might want to see a tooth brush and some tooth paste in your future” I sniff the air, “and maybe a little mouth wash.”

She gives the most shocked and embarrassed look ever, she lifts up her hand as if she is about to slap me, and then I heard a laugh. It was coming from the door way and then I remembered that Mason was there. I guess my aunt and I both forgot he was there because right when she hears his laugh her eyes get wide and she slowly put her hand down.

“Just… don’t be gone to long alright.” She says turning around and looking at herself in the mirror “I’m going out tonight, so I need someone who isn’t on pot to watch over the house.”

“I understand I promise I won’t be gone long.” I say

“Good.” She says and walks over and gives my head a pat and then goes into her bedroom.

I walk over to the doorway where Mason is still standing waiting patiently. Right when I want to get rid of him, here he is now standing in my doorway. He was wearing black jeans, a light blue denim collared shirt, black shoes, a grey beanie, and black leather jacket.  It was much better then what I was wearing which was black ripped jeans, an over sized black and red plaid shirt, and my old black converse.

“Hey.” He says.

“Hey.” I say back.

“Want to go for a walk?” he asks smiling. Why is he always smiling? What is there to be so happy about? I didn’t really get it.

“Sure.” I say. We leave my house and we walk down to central park. There is snow on the ground and I had forgotten a jacket, but I was not going to make Mason believe I was cold so I just ignored it. We found an empty bench and sat down. We sat there in silence; we both had no idea what to say to each other.

“Sorry.” He says. I look at him.

“For what?” I ask confused.

“Sorry for not coming over to see you sooner I got caught up in the holidays. My mom wouldn’t let me leave the house saying how it was rude.” He rolls his eyes, smiles and looks at me.