Chapter 9 (Leo's POV)

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   Everything was so fustrating. One day Maciey would be perfectly fine, and then the next day she would be miserable. I have to admit, she looks hot when she cries. She always looks beautiful, even when her mascara is smudgy. I would never say that to her face though. I wanted to stick with her through everything that happens. She constantly tried to push me away, and I always felt like I was annoying her. She just needed someone to support her, and I wanted to be there, I wanted to always be her shoulder to cry on.

   Over the weekend we went to the bookstore for coffee. We talked about filling our house with Lego's, Pop! Vinyls, and music boxes. "Leo, I'm going to buy all of these and build them for my house," she pointed at all the Lego structures. "Why don't you just make a house out of Lego's then?" She looked at me and smiled. We went and sat on the ground near the CD's. "I... love you.." I scruffed. "I love you too Leo." She took my hand, and we continued to walk around the store. People would stare at us when Maciey put her arm around me. She didn't seem to mind. I blushed. I blushed so much.

   We left the bookstore and went to "dinner." It was actually pretty funny because we didn't order anything but a plate of french fries. The fries weren't even that good, they were skinny as hell, and undercooked. I paid for high quality fries. It was disappointing. We went to the bathroom and they had pressure dryers for your hands. Being me, I stupidly put my face under the dryer, and Maciey took a picture of how dumb I looked.

   We got back to my house, and migrated to my room... not for that reason. I pulled out my ukulele and started playing along to Bruno Mars' song Count On Me. That's how it became our song. I messed up a lot, but I didn't care. Maciey and I messed around with Sharpies and took a bunch of pictures.

After awhile, I turned on Cinderella, because who doesn't love Cinderella? I didn't really watch the movie, I was too distracted by how beautiful Maciey was. I couldn't get over it. We were cuddled up on the floor wrapped in blankets by the time I played our favorite, Finding Nemo.

   In the morning, I cooked breakfast. I love her. I wanted us to last. From the bottom of my heart. ♥

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