Chapter Two
Moving from her home town apparently wasn't that bad at all for her, or her father. Things started to go back to normal as soon as they had settled. The house that they lived in was small and cozy, and Marie was in love with her new room. She had a terrific view of the beach, which wasn't too far from her house. She loved it especially when the sun sank slowly, and the sky turned a pretty colour of pink. It was a magnificent sight indeed. Every night, right before she went to bed, she would sit alone in her room, watching the sun set, and thinking, thinking of how good her life was going from that point on. Things weren't so bad after all. She just had to give it a chance.
It had been a week since they moved, since she saw her best friend, Lexi last. It was hard to cope with that one thing, but she kept on living, kept on hoping that one day, they would see each other again. The funny thing was, ever since she got to her new house, she had received three letters from Lexi, bugging her how life was and all that. Things had certainly changed in a week, because Lexi now had a boyfriend, which excited the both of them greatly. Lexi had always tried to get Maire a boyfriend, never worrying about her own needs, but this one time, Lexi had gotten something she greatly deserved. Now, she had someone else in her life that cared about her. The one thing though, Marie hoped, was that Lexi would never forget about her, now that she had this Corey person to love.
Jack, her father was back at work again, becoming on top once more. Arthur, his boss had mailed him his final pay check from him, and it was truly a big shock. It was a huge amount of money, and what her father did with it was a secret, but honestly, Marie knew what it was. It was going toward college, and her chance to reach her dreams in life.
It was their eighth day since they moved into the house. Saturday was a dismal, and dreary day. Marie wasn't able to go to the beach, nor was she able to get out of the house for that matter. A storm was brewing, and her father hadn't come home yet. Normally she wouldn't worry about her father coming in late, but today was an exception. It turned out that they had arrived on one of the biggest storms that the town had ever seen. No, the state had ever seen. Everyone was preparing, everyone except them.
Alone in her bedroom, Marie wrote like she always did. Pondering about things that she had tried to forget. Writing about her deepest secrets, never to escape her gentle soft lips of hers, the same lips that never shared a kiss with anyone in her life, never shared with the special person that she always dreamt of, but never actually existed. This was her time, the one time that she could be alone, to do what she wanted. This was her escape from the world, entering her own little world. Despite the storm coming, it felt like, to her, that it was a beautiful day. Everything was peaceful. It was the calm before the storm, and truthfully, Marie wasn't scared at all. To her it was all talk, nothing more than that.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at her door. The same thoughts went through her head, as someone knocked on their door. Who could it be this time? What could they possibly want? And her favorite, why couldn't they leave them the hell alone? Sighing with frustration, she got off her bed, which had black roses on the blankets, and raced down stairs, wanting to scream at whoever it could be. The one person she wanted to scream at the most right now was Jake Johanson, their next door neighbor, who always came over to make small talk. It irritated her all the time. Sure he was cute, but that doesn't mean she had to talk to him all the time does it? Opening the door, she was about to scream at, who she had expected, Jake, when she had saw a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Oh how she hated herself at that moment. All she was in was her sweat pants, and a night shirt. She wasn't dressed for having company. And what more, she could feel her face go crimson red.
"May I come in?" asked the smooth calm voice of Jake's. She could tell that he was nervous, which made her feel a bit better.
"Of course not." she said with a small smile. "Come right in. Make yourself at home."
"Sudden mood change toward me?" asked Jake, taking notice in her new behavior toward him.
Marie did the one thing she never done in her life. She had giggled. Giggled! Never in her life did anyone make her giggle before. Her face went even a deeper shade of red, as they entered the entertainment room. She offered him a chair, and sat across from him. The room they were in was used to watch television, play games, whatever they had wanted to do. The couches were made of a fine leather, and the rugs, (her favorite part of the room) was the colour of blood stained red, though it didn't remind anyone of blood though. The rug was soft, and she loved laying on the ground, while her father started the fireplace, and they would just be like that for hours, doing nothing more than that.
A strand of hair fell from her face, and her face grew red even more for some reason. She quickly put it back in place, and looked at Jake, and his perfect body. Why she was looking at his body, instead of his eyes was something that she didn't understand quite well at all. This must have been a dream to her, because no one in her life ever did something like what he was about to do. Or so she had thought anyway. What made her think that those flowers were for her? She had only been here for a week, and how could it be possible that he had fallen for her? It was simply unheard of.
The smile she had soon quickly vanished, as soon as it had came. This couldn't be right at all. These flowers weren't for her at all. If they were, she was sure that he would have given them to her by now. What was she thinking? Love wasn't something for her. It didn't just appeared at her front door at all. She fought hard to keep her cool, because it was still a slight chance that he was here to give the flowers to her. But what occasion was it? Why would he spend money on the flowers, when their wasn't an occasion to go with it? Shaking her head, she soon looked at Jake's eyes, which appeared to be warm and dreamy. Oh, how she wished to be in his arms that moment. Again, Marie shook her head, in attempts of trying to get the thoughts out of her head. He couldn't be here for her, she kept on telling herself.
"Yeah, a sudden mood change." she muttered to herself, in hopes that he wouldn't hear her.
"I honestly like it." he said softly, with a warm smile. "Better than the mood you were in before, but maybe that was why I started to like you."
Marie's heart had skipped a beat. Did she just hear him correctly? Did he just say those words just a few seconds from her? Fighting heard to keep her excitement down, and to stop herself from squealing with delight, she just sat there, smiling at him, letting him continue on.
What did it all mean though? What was going to happen in the end? Did this mean that they were going to be a...couple? Marie hadn't even started school yet, and she wasn't sure what would the other people think, (mainly the girls) when she already had a boyfriend, and that it was someone as cute as he was. She was surprised that he didn't have girls swarming his house. But another part of her was glad though. Here he was in her house. Telling her that he likes her. Things were going too good to be true. She sat up more, trying to keep her posture perfect.
Why though? Why had he fallen for her? Marie knew right away that she wasn't like any of the other girls. She didn't have a fine body, nor did she had a pretty face. Her breast weren't all that impressive, well in her mind at least. She knew that people back where she use to live were always interested in what size they were. The bigger they were, the more they were in love with that particular person, which disgusted her immensely. What was so special about her? That was the one thing that bothered her.
"Like me?" she asked with surprise.
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A moment of silence filled the room, as neither of them spoke. Marie soon became nervous as he didn't say a word to her. Was he nervous too? Or was he making up some cruel joke to make a fool out of her? Hoping with all of her heart, Marie hoped that he was going to say the words that she had been dying to hear for so many years. It was just one simple word yes, but it had a whole lot of meaning from where she was right at that point. Something, for some reason told her that she could trust him, and that he was going to say the word yes, and when he does say it, it would be with sincerity, and honesty. This could be it for Marie, the first love of her life. But then again, this could be easily some trick.
'It has only been a week.' Marie kept telling herself. 'Only for a week, and I already got a guy who likes me.
Soon she started to breath in and out slowly, trying to remain calm. He was on the stage, not she, and it was his chance to say what he wanted to say. It wasn't her job to try to scare him off.
"What isn't there to like?" asked Jake with a small smile. "I mean, you're everything I've always wanted, and more. You are the most perfect person in the world. I mean, you're the girl next door, where all I have to do is to walk over, and we can spend hours together, not worrying about being late for going back home. I know I like you, but I honestly think that it is a bit too soon. I mean it's only been a week."
"Yeah, it's only been a week." she said, grinning weakly.
A loud crash of thunder filled the room, and Marie woke up with a jolt. What was going on? Where was Jake? Looking around, she realized that she was in her pajamas, underneath her blankets, and saw glanced at her alarm clock that said 1:30.
"Damn it." Marie muttered to herself with sadness. "It was only a dream. But why did it feel so real to me?"
The next morning, Marie had gotten her clothes on, and made herself breakfast. She was still upset about the dream she had had. Why was she being so freaked out because the dream wasn't real. Did she truly like Jake? Was that why she had dreamt of him? A chill ran down her spine, as she started to eat her cereal. As she ate, Marie wondered what she was going to do for that day. She wouldn't start school to the beginning of next month, and that meant that she had two weeks free to do whatever she wants. But after the first week of going places, to see the many things in the city they lived in, she soon got tired of it all. Oh how she would give up anything just to be in school again. It was torture for her.
Not too long later, Marie's father came down stairs to make himself something to eat. This was what he did every morning, start a meal, like bacon and eggs, and after a few minutes, he is out the door, not even touching the food he had made. Honestly, Marie knew that it was hard on him, trying to make sure that she had things that she would need, to make sure the bills were paid, and all of that extra stuff that they enjoyed to do. At times he may work overtime, not letting Marie have the chance to spend time with him.
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Marie was alone for breakfast for the upteenth time as her father kissed the top of her head, telling her that he loved her, and that he would be back for dinner. Sighing, she started to eat her breakfast, watching her father leave for work. Not only was her father on her mind, but also the dream...well nightmare she had that night. Telling herself that it was nothing but a dream, it still couldn't escape her mind. Imagining that her day was going to be fulled up with anxiety, she decided to shut herself in her bedroom, away from the phone and everything else that had to do with communication.
Before she was going to go to her room, Marie thought that she could take a shower to relax her mind and to relax her muscles which were pretty intense. Walking into the bathroom, she started to take her clothes off, wondering what she was going to do in her bedroom for the remainer of the day. Turning on the water, she waited for it to warm up like she did when she lived in her old home. Maybe she could try calling Lexi, to see how she was doing, something she hadn't done in a while, something that troubled her greatly. It wasn't like Marie had meant to do that to her. It just sort of happened that she didn't contact her yet. Maybe Lexi would have an explanation for her to what the dream meant. Though she told herself again that it was only a dream, and it would mean nothing at all. Unless it was he that she was destined to be with for the remainer of her life. It was impossible she kept telling herself
Right when Marie was going to get into the shower the phone rang from downstairs. Swearing to herself underneath her breath she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her slender body. Opening the bathroom door she raced downstairs to answer the phone. Wodnering to herself Marie was trying to figure out who could be calling. At first her hands were trembling from being frigthen that it could be her father's boss saying that her father got injured or worse, but she shook that thought out of her head.
"Hello?" she asked in a soft voice barely above a whisper. A strand of hair fell into her face. Taking her hand she pushed it back in place.
"Marie?" asked a familiar voice to her.
"Lexi?" questioned the voice with glee.
"The one and only." she said cheerfully to her. "How's life treating you?"
Sitting down on the leather chair she spoke to Lexi about how her life was going, and how she missed her best friend. Marie still hadn't gotten in the shower, and had realized that the water was still running. Putting Lexi on speaker she talked to her while she went to turn off the water and to get dressed again once more. She was estatic about having the chance to talk to Lexi again. nce she got back down stairs and sat on the leather chair she told her about her dream.
"Freakish." said Lexi laughing a little.
"Agreed. You know I never realized how quiet it has gotten without having you around, you know?"
A short pause came from the other end which made Marie a bit worried. It was mainly her fault for not calling Lexi before, and she did feel rather guilty about it. Though now they were talking and that was the only thing that mattered to Marie. Talking to her best friend was the cure for almost anything. Sometimes she wondered to herself how she was going to survive without Lexi.
"Yeah it has been rather lonely. So what do you think about him?" Lexi asked curiously.
"About who?" Marie asked hoping that it wasn't implying her neighbor.
"You know the dude from your dream. Is he hot?" Lexi asked feeling excited.
"Beyond hot." replied Marie in a cheerful voice.
Lexi did something that she hadn't done before which had caught Marie off guard. She squealed with delight. "Maybe you should do the exact opposite of your dream." Lexi pointed out to her.
"And that is what?" she asked resting the phone on her shoulder as she hugged her knees.
"Go to him instead of him going to you." responded Lexi with joy. "I mean how can you be sure that your dream will actually happen?"
"I don't know." said Marie feeling a bit unsure of herself. "What if he really doesn't like me?"
To be truthful Marie hadn't changed that much since she moved. She still felt depressed, and this was the only true time she was happy, speaking to Lexi. It was a strange feeling that flowed through her body. It wasn't a strange feeling oh no. In fact it was beyond strange, it was a very pleasant feeling indeed. But that feeling also made her wonder even more to herself. She told herself that it couldn't be while she shook her head. An uncertain feeling now remained at the bottom of her gut, making her feel akward. What if it was true was what she was qustioning herself on. What if it was what it had seemed to be.
"Listen I got to go." said Marie, her voice sounding weaker than what it once was.
"Okay well I'll call ya later." said Lexi sounding a bit disappointed.
"Yeah." said Marie not noticing the change in Lexi's voice.
"Love you." said Lexi hanging up the phone.
Did that mean what she thought it did? That explained everything, well on Lexi's part, but not hers. Was she falling in love with her best friend Lexi? Marie shook her head in frustration. She kept on telling herself no, saying that she wasn't a lesbian, that she was straight, a girl who liked guys like every other girl. But did Lexi feel the same way? Was Lexi worried about being a lesbian? She did say that she loved her, and what about that last day when she said those words in a different language? Did that have a certain meaning to them that referred to Lexi loving Marie?