Perfectly Imperfect // Marc Guiu

16

2023

Marc

I set Anita down on my bed. She smiles at me as she takes of her heels and places them on the floor.
I had just walked 30 minutes with the girl on my back.
I head to the bathroom. Quickly changing and getting ready for bed.
Soon, Mariana walks in in one of my shirts. I eye her up and down.
I smile widely and wrap my arms around her from behind. I lean down and press small kisses to her while making eye contact with her through the mirror.
She places her hand on the side of my face, a small smile on her face.
"Eres bien bonita." I tell her as I press my face up against hers. She giggles as turns her head and places her lips on my cheek.
I smile widely as I reach down and grab her phone, clicking on her camera app then handing her the phone so she could take a few pictures.
I turn to face her, and start to press multiple small kisses to her lips.
I move my hand up to her jaw and press my lips to hers for a long kiss. I smile against her mouth as I realize that she still had the phone up. I glance over to the mirror for a second before I give her another passionate kiss.
I hum as she pulls away. I give her one last kiss to her cheek before I take her phone and make my way to my bed, leaving her alone so she could get ready for bed.
I scroll through the photos that were taken, sending them to myself. After I go on tiktok and decide to scroll for a bit.
Soon, Mariana walks out of the restroom. I place her phone down as I watch the girl make her way over to me.
I pull her down onto the best, and she rests her head on my shoulder and her leg over my waist as keep my hand on her thigh.

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Next day

I laid on my bed, Mariana fast asleep in my arms.
I reach over and gently push her hair out from her face.
I lean down and kiss the side of her head slightly before I relax back into my sheets as I pull her closer, her back pressed up against me. Leaning my head on her shoulder, my mind drifts off to last nights argument.
Mariana gets irritated really fast and I tend to take my annoyance out on other people. I noticed that back when we first became friends...I mean, I met her because she was irritated at her sister. Growing up though, we had rarely had arguments but when we did they would always end with one of us walking away with our feelings hurt.
But we always made up and would continue as if nothing happened but I always hated fighting with her, if it was my fault or hers, I hated it. I remember going home and crying when I was 11 after our first fight, which I had started. I cried to my mom because I hated that she was mad at me and I begged her to take me to her house so I could apologize. And it was all over that fact that I was mad about losing a game and took it out on her.
Last night seeing her so upset crushed me but at the same time I felt like she wasn't being fair. I understand where she was coming from and I know I was in the wrong but I don't think she was right either.
Of course I want her there. She my girlfriend. I love her and I want her to have fun. I want us to have fun, at something that I like to do. I like parties. I like the fact that I've been getting invited to them more often. But I hate the fact that Mariana doesn't like going. I hate the fact that my friends say I don't act like myself when she goes. But I want her there. I want her to have fun with me and my friends but nobody seems to understand what I mean.
I raise my head as I feel the girl in my arms start to stir around.
"Buenos días." I whisper to her as she turns her body to face me, her eyes still closed.
She hums and rests her head against my chest. A few seconds went by and she finally opens her eyes, moving her head away from my chest. "Buenos días." She whispers.

I kiss her cheek before getting up off the bed. "Lets get ready." I tell her.
The girl stays laying in my bed for a few moments before she finally decides to get up.
We head to the bathroom where we brush out teeth and wash our faces..well she washed my face. All I used usually is water and maybe moisturizer.
"Hurry, I need to shower." The girl stops rubbing the moisturizer into my face and her hands drop to her side.
"Then this doesn't matter anymore." She shrugs and walks out, closing the door behind her.
I chuckle and make my way to the shower.

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Mariana

I hear Marc turn on the shower and I take this as my chance to go to his closet.
I pull out the boys Spain jersey. I smile as I place it on the bed. I don't have one of his Spain jerseys.
I open up one of his drawers which was filled with a bunch of his old shorts,sweats and a few shirts that don't fit him anymore. He told me he keeps them because he know I like taking his clothes and these fit me better. I pull out a pair of black Nike shorts.
I quickly change, rolling up the shorts slightly and typing both sides of the jersey and tucking them in so the shirt wasn't super long.
I pull my hair up in a messy ponytail as I sit in front of the mirror he has in the back of his door.
I grab my makeup back that was on the floor and start to do a light make up look.
I turn to the bathroom door as I hear the door open.
I watch as Marc walks out with nothing but shorts one and a towel on his head as he dried his hair.
He turns over to me as he rubs his cheek gently. "I reapplied moisturizer." I smile at him. "I'm proud."
Marc chuckles and walks over to where I sat.
He places the towel down and flexes in the mirror.
I keep minding my own business as I apply in my cream blush.
I feel a slight tug on the shirt I was where. I look up at Marc.
"This is mine." He says. "Don't I look so pretty." I joke as I motion down.
Marc smiles softly and sits down next to me. He presses his lips to my cheek. "Always." He says, wrapping an arm around my waist.
I look back to the mirror as I start to blush at his words.

I quick set my face with setting spray before lining my lips and adding lip gloss. I look at Marc through the mirror who just stared at me. I smile at him and he smiles back. "Beso." He says turn towards me and puckers his lips.
I press my lips to his for a quick second. He presses his lips together and rubs in the left over gloss I left on his lips.
"That tastes good." He says licking his lips. I gently smack his arm. "You aren't supposed to eat it." I laugh.
He shrugs and presses another kiss to my lips before getting up.
I stand up and look at my appearance in his mirror. Good enough since I'm only going home.

A/n: 🙏🏼