A Teenage Love Affair

A Teenage Love Affair: Chapter 42- One Hello

Actually, I am aware of the sunlight streaking my face. Yes, I am aware that something happened between Marky and me that is beyond than just a make-out session. I am fully aware that we both did it on the sofa last night. And I am also aware of his arms wrapped like a blanket around me.

I realized that I was lying on Marky’s shoulder when I woke up. He was still asleep beside me like a baby and I swear that I could see Margaux’s peaceful face with him this close to me. I had to smile at that and I let my hand travel on his handsome face and that woke him up. He smiled as he opened his eyes and saw me. This was not the kind of reaction we both expect or I expected. The first time we did this stuff we both ended up waking and freaking out like a pair of werewolves. Yet now it feels like a dream and I try not to argue with myself whether it really happened or not. We were both aware of it.

He kisses the top of my head and I leaned my head on his bare shoulder and planted a kiss on it. He then wrapped his arms around me and all I can do is suppress a nice sigh. I love it.

“What time is it?” I mumbled.

We both looked at each other in a daze and then as if an alarm clock went off and we scrambled to our feet. We threw clothes at each other until we were fully dresses. We just stood there and laughed at how silly we were. In the end, we both decided to ditch school—since we’re too late to attend. So Marky prepared a late breakfast instead while I practically avoided the kitchen since I am pretty much sure I am not a good chef and he is and the… yeah, the sofa.

It has no stains or anything. But I think it’s best to avoid sitting on it since, it makes me feel very uncomfortable.

“You know, you need to burn the sofa.” I told Marky as I see him on the counter.

A big question mark hangs on top of his head. “I don’t think that would be necessary.”

“There’s a belief that memories stay within (the) things (when) being use to some certain events.” I even used my fingers as a quotation mark on the word “events”. Marky gives me a “What—AAAAWWWWKKKWAAAARD she’s CRAZY” look. “So I suggest that you should burn it before someone sits on it and then gets turned-on and use the sofa for…” I trailed off. Darn what am I saying to him?

He narrows his eyes at me. “By someone in particular do you mean you?”

I blushed but I shrugged it off before he notices it. But I guess it’s too late for that now. He nods for me towards him and I obeyed him. When I was already standing beside him, he wraps an arm around me and he pulls me in a half hug.

“It’ll be okay, Dennise.” I can hear the smile in his voice. I love to feel his warmth. “I promise.”

I sighed. I really want to give us a shot. It is hard to fall in love with each other with the purpose of just falling in love with each other. And we are on the process of it.

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After we ate breakfast which was painfully amazing, I decided to stay a little bit longer with Marky. We decided to catch up with some things especially the summer we had spent apart. I did say that I—I mean we were avoiding the sofa but then we found ourselves curled up on it until Marky was already lying on it and I was on top of him. But don’t get too green. We didn’t do anything (at least yet) we were just talking.

I found myself interested on the collar of his shirt.

“When you said you love me… does that mean you’re not gay anymore?”