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Tough Love Part 63
Thx for the votes! $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Chapter 63 My Date from Hell Once we got home, I could see Michael had been smiling the entire way here since I last kissed him on the forehead after he called me by my nameâ?¦and then his. â??Whatâ??s up with you?â? â??Nothing,â? heâ??s smiles even more, â??I just think I got me a real plan now.â? Then he leaves me outside, pondering what he meant. I was snapped back to reality though, when M.J. calls and I literally fall asleep with the phone to my ear until he tells me to hang up. Now itâ??s Saturday and M.J. and I are walking towards his home. Iâ??m quiet until he kisses my ear. â??Where you at?â? he asks with a smile. â??Nowhere,â? I say with a soft smileâ?¦ I like M.J. And I think Iâ??m starting to even more, butâ?¦I donâ??t knowâ?¦I guess thatâ??s why itâ??s good Iâ??m practically spending the day with him. But with Dylan and Michael and Donovan, itâ??s hard to see clear. My heart isnâ??t that big. â??Marvin, donâ??t forget what I told you. Iâ??ll be back later.â? Mr. or Pastor Levi said that after acknowledging me. I gave M.J. a knowing smile. I guess thatâ??s the secret behind his name. But after his father leaves, his sister, KiKi, walks downstairs. I could tell she wasnâ??t in the mood to see us, but she seemed to be rushing also. She barely looked over at me, but when she looked like she was about to explain, M.J. cut her off, saying she couldnâ??t leave. But she ignored him anyways. â??Iâ??m going with my crew. Youâ??re already getting entertained by your girlfriend and Iâ??ll leave whenever I please to!â? Well she didnâ??t slam the door but closed it quietly instead, maybe not to bring attention to anyone else. But when I looked at his now soft expression, I noticed he was a little taller than I, but she was about his height as well. â??So what you wanna do?â? â??I donâ??t know.â? I laugh. â??Come on.â? We go to his couch and watch some TV. He scoots over a little closer, putting his arm around my shoulder and starts kissing me. But I rub his arm to stop him. He looks down a little embarrassed, but I take his face into my hands. Before speaking, I peck him again â??cause I know I have something important to ask him. â??So, Marvinâ?¦â? He looks down, breathes, and looks at me again. â??Yeah, thatâ??s my real name.â? he shrugs. â??Iâ??ma Junior.â? â??Does he call you M.J.?â? â??He goes by Marvin most of the time.â? I nod, â??Oh.â? â??But my Mama says it stands for â??Marvin Jasonâ?? because she chose my middle name.â? â??Marvin Jason Levi?â? â??Yeah, basically.â? Things are uncomfortable, but he grazes his hand up and down my back until he leaned over and kissed again. He lightly pushes me lower on the couch and gets bolder. I stop him, giggling and convinced him to let us watch some TV. Then we fell asleep. I wake up to M.J. with this tape recorder. He played a demo for me. â??So is this what you do?â? â??Without Dad knowing. I need him knowing about me. Heâ??s too strict and should lighten up.â? â??But he gives you the world!â? I thought about Kinadra and her Polo shirt. â??Yeah, but at a cost.â? He gets up and goes in the kitchen. Though heâ??s getting something out the fridge, I can tell he was distracted by me. I walk behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. â??I just wanted to know. Iâ??m sorry.â? He turns around, looking into my eyes. â??Okay,â? and kissed my neck. â??What are you doing?â? He looks at me. â??I want to give you a passion mark.â? He smiles. When I looked at him stupidly, he laughs. â??Iâ??m joking!â? Despite the fact I was left alone with a boy in the houseâ?¦again, I was at ease by the time I got home to later change for my date. When trying to pick it out, Dad tells me the temp was going to drop so put on a pullover of some sort. So I put one on, freshen up, and now that Iâ??m on the phone with Patricia, Iâ??m trying to get off the phone with her because sheâ??s trying to give advice. â??Lyric, Iâ??m serious, if you do that; heâ??ll be on the phone with you all night.â? â??No, Iâ??m not! And when he tried earlier, I looked at him like he was crazy so heâ??d know not to do it.â? â??Girl, youâ??re such a snob.â? â??You wish!â? I try coaxing Dad to let Michael drop me off but he isnâ??t hearing me and says that Michael could ride WITH us, but not just me and him because he wants to see M.J. to give him some ground rules, though he was still grumbling about the fact M.J. didnâ??t stop by the house. But then he looks back at me and takes his words back. After Dad is satisfied, I get out the car, happy to see M.J. off to the side. â??Whyâ??re you wearing that? Itâ??s warm tonight.â? â??I thought it was gonna be freezing.â? â??Who told you that?â? When I was about to tell him, I thought about it and automatically grew irritated. â??Oh my Gosh, Dadâ?¦â? I told myself. â??Oh I donâ??t know how. I must had to temp mixed up for tonight.â? â??Yeah, you surely did.â? He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me. â??But Iâ??m glad youâ??re here with me. Come on.â? So we wait in line and when itâ??s our turn, itâ??s taking longer than usual. â??Iâ??m sorry sir but the next showing starts in over an hour. There is no longer an eight oâ??clock showing.â? M.J. slightly turns towards me but turns back around. I know he doesnâ??t want me to see him like that. â??M.J. whatâ??s the problem?â? â??I mustâ??ve gotten the show times mixed up baby.â? â??We can always get these for now.â? â??And what will weâ??re waiting?â? I shrugged. He sighs. â??Guess weâ??ll have to eat first then.â? He looks back at the clerk. â??Iâ??ll get the nine fifteen showing.â? â??How many?â? â??Two,â? he nearly cut the blonde, blue-eyed girl off. He takes my hand and we go back outside. He sighs again and I wrap my arms around his waist. â??Itâ??s not the end of the world, baby.â? â??Think we should go?â? â??Well I can call my dad here or there.â? â??When do you want to?â? I stood there, a little nervous. â??Letâ??s just get over there first I guess.â? â??Okay. Come here,â? he says with a smile and wrap his arm around my shoulder until we decide to just hold hands. T.G.I.F. isnâ??t too packed and luckily we get a wraparound booth in the corner of the restaurant; just how I like it. But after I order a strawberry lemonade, I go to the payphone to call Dad and I told him what happened. I could hear the worry in his voice, but I told him I wasnâ??t playing around and he repayed me by telling me he was happy that I was being honest with him. â??Call ME when youâ??re on your way to the theater.â? â??Okay. Love you.â? I hear him chuckle. â??Love you too, baby girl. And Lyric?â? â??Yes Daddy?â? I say a little too innocently. â??Donâ??t let that boy talk you into something stupid. Okay?â? â??I wonâ??t. Bye.â? â??Bye.â? I go back to the table with a smiling M.J. â??Everythingâ??s clear?â? â??Yep, bay.â? I get closer and peck him before sipping my drink. â??Whatâ??s under all that?â? He asks about my sweatshirt. â??A simple gray tee.â? â??Okay.â? After taking our orders for our main course, M.J. gets loony and starts doing things like leaning his head on my shoulder. To be honest, I didnâ??t want to get too full so I didnâ??t order the biggest meal and M.J. seems to be handling his. But itâ??s after weâ??ve eaten when he leans back and I lay on him. Weâ??re really close and M.J. is nice enough by doing little things like rub his thumb on my arm. Since I took off my overbearing sweater, itâ??s easier to feel him of course. My eyes are closed, enjoying the dimmed light in our area when I feel a finger above my waistline. I open my eyes and look at M.J. but heâ??s looking serious. So I know I must trust him he turns back away. Then his hand goes to my rib and I lightly feel his hand teasing the outline of my bra. My eyes pop open and his hand suddenly stop. I lightly hear him chuckle and he kiss my ear. When heâ??s about to lean forward, I forcefully continue laying on him, so he knows to keep doing what heâ??s doing. His jacket is over us so his hand isnâ??t so obvious. He creep his thumb back to the yearning outline of the bra, and when I lightly purr, he takes his other hand and rubs my lower back with his other thumb. â??Is that all youâ??ll be having tonight?â? Our waiter asks. My eyes shoots open and we awkwardly move away. â??Yeah, thatâ??ll be all.â? M.J. hands the girl our balance all in cash, but I tip her with a five, just so I can say I paid for something. I was going to tell him I was going to the bathroom, but Iâ??ll wait until we get to the movies so it wonâ??t seem weird that I need to go twice. But Iâ??m cramping a little, so I sorta need to. But like Dad asks, I call him before we leave T.G.I.F. When weâ??re heading back, though, we hold hands and I can tell thereâ??s a small case of sexual tension. When he rubs my hand, I look at him and itâ??s like heâ??s giving me a knowing smile. To not seem rude, I peck him, though what he did for me really did feel good. Maybe I didnâ??t need to give M.J. a hickey like Patricia said just to get him to like me. We didnâ??t get popcorn, and I had to convince him not to get any; to just save his money. But we came to see a comedy, which is a beautiful ice-breaker for us. As we cracked up, there kept being incidents and when we turned around, our fathers weâ??re sitting behind us!! â??DAD?!â? I screamed. â??Dang Marvin, you got us caught!â? Dad said to M.J.â??s dad. â??Dad WHAT are you doing here?â? M.J. asked. â??Just making sure youâ??re not being sinful, son.â? â??I donâ??t think I want to stay.â? I mumble. â??Yeah, me either.â? M.J. says. After just staring at our fathers for a few moments, MY dad says, â??Well come on then.â? I grab my sweatshirt and M.J. and his dad follow us out. Before getting in the car, we hug and he kisses my cheek. â??I donâ??t know when to call you,â? he laughs and we hug again. â??Weâ??ll figure it out.â? I whisper. Things are quiet and omniscient in the car. â??Your friend called while you were gone.â? â??Really, who?â? I asked. â??Donovan,â? when he said his name, it was like he voice echoed. â??What did he call about?â? â??Well you can call him. Donâ??t want to pry,â? he smiles. â??Well okay.â? And I do. â??Whatâ??s up Donovan?â? He just called two days ago. What does he want now? â??Hey, I know itâ??s short-term but do you think you could go to Jeromeâ??s tomorrow around noon? Me and the band have a new song we want to perform for you and see what you think.â? â??Iâ??ll see. But will I be the only one?â? â??Of course you wonâ??t. You know Pattie will be there for Austin.â? â??Yeah.â? I laugh. â??Iâ??ll see if I can show up.â? â??Wellâ?¦okay. See you then. Bye.â? â??Bye.â? I respond before he hangs up. Other than Donovan, Iâ??m REALLY not in the mood to be in the same room as Cocky Nick, but if I have to, Iâ??ll ignore him as usual. When I tell Dad and call Donovan back, I tell him it has to be at ten or Iâ??m not coming. I need to have time to get ready for that hockey game, so I had to push back his small gig just in case. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Just know that some of these parts canâ??t focus 100% on Michael b/c these incidents lead up to their development in the future. Iâ??m third-place omniscient b/c God or I know whatâ??s gonna happen next!! & irony is bittersweet. Stay in touch and vote up!! *Love, Aariyan.
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