The Kissing Booth: Adult Edition

Take Me Home

My phone buzzed on my desk. Usually I had it on airplane during office hours but turned it on when my last student left. One check of the screen revealed Marco's name. An organic smile grew over my face as I clicked "answer" and brought the device up to my ear.

"Hello?" "Hi, Elle?" Macro's voice rang out from the other end. "Hey, Marco. What's up?" I leaned back in my chair. "Not much. I'm just about to finish up here and wanted to ask if you'd like to ride home together?" "But you need to take the other line to get to your place," my lips curled into a knowing smirk. Marco chuckled on his end. "Fine, you caught me. Then do you want me to ride the train with you back to your place?" "But you won't get home for nearly two hours then." "Eh, the hour with you will be worth it." Awe, Marco; I couldn't stop smiling, I was so delighted.

"I'll meet you in front of your building, alright?" "Ok. See you in a few minutes." "See ya." Click! Still wearing this big, goofy, elated grin, I put my phone down onto my lap and glanced outside my window. I was on the seventh floor, so you could see the whole south campus from up here. Without my realizing so, my grin continued to grow and grow on its own accord. I couldn't believe how much I liked the sound of Marco's voice. The way he talked, the way he said my name- even the way he looked at me. They all made my heart flutter so hard. I hadn't a crush on anyone since well, high school; so I wasn't sure if that was what it was. These past seven years being single have made me romantically inept.... Or maybe the total opposite had happened, and I was scared to admit that I might have feelings for Marco.... After all, if I did like Marco, where would we go from here? He's going back to the states in six months and I'm going to become a UK citizen in six years..... Where would we go? Where could we go?

My eyes scrolled back down to the bandaid on my thumb. Looking at it, a gay smile reappeared on my face. My eyes lowered onto it intently... intently, and tenderly. Ah, I'm being stupid. So what if I may or may not like Marco; he's here now. He's here with me now.... What more could I ask than that? I just want to spend more time with him, enjoy him while he's here. When it ends, it ends; there's nothing I can do about that. He'll get on that plane and I'll likely never seen him again. My eyes narrowed onto the bandage as my finger ran over it with affectionate. He's going to leave, and there's nothing I can do. There was nothing I could about Noah, and the same is true with Marco. But he's here now- this time also belongs to us. My eyes shut and my lips kept smiling sincerely; my lungs drew in a deep, long breath. Yes, this time in between now and then also belongs to me....

It's alright for me to cherish it.

My eyes reopened and my head turned to face back out the window. That gentle happiness radiating through me was quickly dispelled when I spotted a woman walking away from the department down below. My eyes widened as I rushed to the window for a closer look.

Ji-yoon! She's right outside! Without a second thought, I snatched up all my stuff and made a mad dash to the elevators. I wanted to catch her before she disappeared into the maze that was Seoul International University campus. "Come on; come on, come on, come on...." Waiting for the elevator felt like ages. When it finally arrived, I hopped on and rode it to the ground floor.

Ji-yoon wasn't aware of me as I ran out through the automatic doors. "Ji-yoon! Ji-yoon!" I know it's super rude to call to someone loudly like that in public, but I really wanted those books. She stopped to check back behind at me. She honestly looked a bit surprised to see me. "Evans?"

Hong Ji-yong was beautiful- we're talking like gorgeous. She was the type of woman they put on the covers of magazines. Petite, prim, and perfect-looking. While she never raised her voice or spoke to anyone in a rude manner, there was this air about her. She truthfully intimidated me a little. She reminded me a lot of Regina George from the movie, Means Girls. Classy as fock and wasn't afraid to turn her nose up at people. She gave me a look which said it all, but I tried to remain optimistic. I flashed her a friendly smile- or as friendly as I could.