Step 8: Hickeys.
It's been a couple of months and Zachary and I are going strong. But aside from that, I swear I've had a life. I just came back from a dinner with Bailee, her boyfriend and his best friend. Noah (the best friend) dropped me off to my dorm this evening and he is such a nice guy, seriously man. He's hilarious.
Anyways. Back to Zachary. He's out getting us midnight snacks from a nearby fast food joint whilst I Skype my parents. Just in case you were wondering what happened after they heard Zachary 'aching for me', I told them we were doing a script for drama and they believed me.
As of now, I'm trying to cover up a hickey with my turtleneck. However, they caught it.
"Myra, thori si shirt niche karo" Amma instructs me. I also forgot for a moment and pulled my shirt down only to reveal my fresh purple hickey
"Yeh jamni cheese kya hai tumhare gale pur?" She asks me further, squinting through the screen.
I gasp and cover it up as quickly as I could, muttering lies to cover up.
Amma caught on pretty fast unfortunately and each member of my family sitting in front of the screen looked at me skeptically. They took their turns in questioning me.
"Kya woh lovebite hai, Myra?" My cousin asks very suspiciously. His mother slaps him on the back of his head
"Tumhe woh lavz kese pata hain?" His mother asks him
"Han Myra, kya woh lovebite hain?" Amma asks, covering my cousin's ears, a stern look on her face
"Nahi nahi" I tell her "Mujhe laga tha kisi neh kuch pheka tha aur thoda sah bruise hogaya" I say as convincingly as I can "Apko kese laga keh meh intni gandi kam karoon?"
Thankfully, I think they believed me.
As soon as I managed to convince them, Zachary oh all mighty Zachary, walks through the door and puts the food down walks over to me and kisses my neck up and down. Mental face palm.
Everyone saw it as clearly as possible just as I slammed my laptop shut and yelled at Zachary until he was scared for his life.
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A/N
Two chapters in one day, you're welcome.
Glossary:
Myra, thori si shirt niche karo : Myra, pull your shirt down a little
Yeh jamni cheese kya hai tumhare gale pur: What is this purple thing on your neck?
Kya woh lovebite hai, Myra?: Is that a lovebite, Myra?
Tumhe woh lavz kese pata hain? : How do you know that word?
Han Myra, kya woh lovebite hain?: Yes Myra, is that a lovebite?
Nahi nahi: No no
Mujhe laga tha kisi neh kuch pheka tha aur thoda sah bruise hogaya : I think someone threw something at me and it bruised a little
Apko kese laga keh meh intni gandi kam karoon? : Why do you think that I would do such a dirty thing?
