Love, Marie

kids

MARIE - BEFORE 

I've always known who he was; I don't think there's a girl in the whole city that doesn't know who Andrew Barton is. He's mysterious, hot, aloof; the bad boy who's one hundred percent out of bounds, caution written all over him. 

Andrew's the kind of person who's known without trying to be, I'm sure if anything he'd rather be left in the dark; away from his fan girls' adoring gazes.
I hated being one of those fan girls, but when I caught sight of him barely fifty metre's away his tanned muscular arms practically glistening in the midday sun I couldn't help but stop for a look.

I was sat on a bench in the park; my rescue Pingu tired from our walk here was flopped by my feet breathing heavy. It took me a moment of admiring to realise; he had a little boy; who I presumed by their same dark hair, was his brother, sat on his broad shoulders. From here I could see the boy grinning and gripping onto Andrew's hair as he ran in circles, a small girl trailing after them both; teeth bared in laughter. 

Andrew was smiling as well; as he abruptly stopped, scooping the girl up in his arms. Until today, I hadn't ever thought about him having siblings, or his family; other than the rumours about his father. I'd never thought of him as someone who would tolerate young kids, yet alone voluntarily play with them. I felt a pang of guilt as I realised I'd never given him the benefit of the doubt; he wasn't everything people thought him to be. Maybe he wasn't like people said, at all.