three weeks," I said as I packed my things in the box.
"It's complicated Darrel," Mary claimed. "Why do you care anyways?"
"Why do I care Mary," I stated with disgust looking her straight in the eye. "Are you serious? I guess you already forgot about what happened the last time we were here."
Mary acted oblivious to the emotion of that day. "Are you talking about when we kissed? It was just a kiss Darrel. Haven't you ever been caught up in the moment before?"
I thought, was I really hearing this correctly? Was she really saying that kiss didn't mean anything to her? I slowly shook my head back and forth displaying my disbelief in what she had just said and went back to packing the items away.
Without notice, Mary pushed my box away and scooted herself in front of me with both legs resting at my side. She placed her hands on my cheek and stared me in the eyes and pulled my lips closer to her. She closed her eyes and with a tilt of her head she leaned in and kissed me again. I returned the favor by wrapping my arms around her waist pulling her tighter to me. Her left arm wrapped around the back of my neck, while with her right hand, she gingerly ran her fingers through the back of my hair. The kiss lasting longer and with more intensity verified by the throbbing coming from inside my pants. I didn't want it to stop, but it did when Mary wrapped both arms around me, squeezing me tightly as she started to cry.
"I'm sorry Darrel," Mary said wiping the tears from her eyes. "It wasn't just a kiss for me. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't just a kiss for you. I was so afraid you would be ashamed for kissing me."
"Why would I be ashamed Mary?" I said pulling back from her ever so slightly.
"Look at me Darrel!" Mary said emphatically with tears beginning to roll down her eyes again. "You're Mr. Superstar and can have any girl you want, and I'm me! The person no one ever talks to or even acknowledges. I know I'm weird Darrel. And I know I dress funny and don't take care of myself like I should. I'm a complicated mess! Wouldn't you be embarrassed to be seen with someone like me?"
I thought carefully for a few seconds knowing what I said could impact any future I might have with her. "I don't care Mary. I don't care you seldom wear makeup, your shirts are three sizes too big, and your hair always looks a mess. The only thing I care about is how I felt when we first kissed, and how I feel at this very moment. I couldn't take my mind off you for three straight weeks Mary! It was hell not knowing where you were, or if you were alright. All I know is I want to be with you, and if anyone thinks I'm crazy, they can go to hell."
Mary wiped at her runny nose and gave me a smile with a light chuckle, "You really think my hair is a mess?"
We both laughed and hugged each other once again. Mary pulled away from me looking me in the eye, "Are you sure you want this? I'm telling you, I'm very complicated."
"Yes, I'm one hundred percent sure Mary," I said pulling her closer and kissing her once again.
Chapter 12
My senior year was on the right track again with Mary present in my life. No matter how strange it appeared to everyone else, Mary and I were officially a thing. We couldn't get enough of one another, spending as much time as possible together. Mary wasn't much for partying, but understood my need to hang with my buddies. One weekend night I would go to a party with my friends, and the other weekend night she and I would hang out together. Sometimes I would sneak out of a party a couple hours early and stop by Mary's house before I had to be home at curfew.
It took a few weeks for Mary to show me her house and officially introduce me to her mother. They lived in an old two bedroom home on the south side of town. It wasn't a
"It's complicated Darrel," Mary claimed. "Why do you care anyways?"
"Why do I care Mary," I stated with disgust looking her straight in the eye. "Are you serious? I guess you already forgot about what happened the last time we were here."
Mary acted oblivious to the emotion of that day. "Are you talking about when we kissed? It was just a kiss Darrel. Haven't you ever been caught up in the moment before?"
I thought, was I really hearing this correctly? Was she really saying that kiss didn't mean anything to her? I slowly shook my head back and forth displaying my disbelief in what she had just said and went back to packing the items away.
Without notice, Mary pushed my box away and scooted herself in front of me with both legs resting at my side. She placed her hands on my cheek and stared me in the eyes and pulled my lips closer to her. She closed her eyes and with a tilt of her head she leaned in and kissed me again. I returned the favor by wrapping my arms around her waist pulling her tighter to me. Her left arm wrapped around the back of my neck, while with her right hand, she gingerly ran her fingers through the back of my hair. The kiss lasting longer and with more intensity verified by the throbbing coming from inside my pants. I didn't want it to stop, but it did when Mary wrapped both arms around me, squeezing me tightly as she started to cry.
"I'm sorry Darrel," Mary said wiping the tears from her eyes. "It wasn't just a kiss for me. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't just a kiss for you. I was so afraid you would be ashamed for kissing me."
"Why would I be ashamed Mary?" I said pulling back from her ever so slightly.
"Look at me Darrel!" Mary said emphatically with tears beginning to roll down her eyes again. "You're Mr. Superstar and can have any girl you want, and I'm me! The person no one ever talks to or even acknowledges. I know I'm weird Darrel. And I know I dress funny and don't take care of myself like I should. I'm a complicated mess! Wouldn't you be embarrassed to be seen with someone like me?"
I thought carefully for a few seconds knowing what I said could impact any future I might have with her. "I don't care Mary. I don't care you seldom wear makeup, your shirts are three sizes too big, and your hair always looks a mess. The only thing I care about is how I felt when we first kissed, and how I feel at this very moment. I couldn't take my mind off you for three straight weeks Mary! It was hell not knowing where you were, or if you were alright. All I know is I want to be with you, and if anyone thinks I'm crazy, they can go to hell."
Mary wiped at her runny nose and gave me a smile with a light chuckle, "You really think my hair is a mess?"
We both laughed and hugged each other once again. Mary pulled away from me looking me in the eye, "Are you sure you want this? I'm telling you, I'm very complicated."
"Yes, I'm one hundred percent sure Mary," I said pulling her closer and kissing her once again.
Chapter 12
My senior year was on the right track again with Mary present in my life. No matter how strange it appeared to everyone else, Mary and I were officially a thing. We couldn't get enough of one another, spending as much time as possible together. Mary wasn't much for partying, but understood my need to hang with my buddies. One weekend night I would go to a party with my friends, and the other weekend night she and I would hang out together. Sometimes I would sneak out of a party a couple hours early and stop by Mary's house before I had to be home at curfew.
It took a few weeks for Mary to show me her house and officially introduce me to her mother. They lived in an old two bedroom home on the south side of town. It wasn't a
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