26 February 2013
[Sorry it's taken so long and is only short! I'm having a bit of writer's block at the moment. Hopefully my inspiration will return soon.]
"You're quiet this evening," Marshall said, grabbing a slice of hot pizza from the box, pulling at the trail of stringy cheese it left behind. Tuesday night was pizza night, followed up by a movie or two. I was usually asleep in Marshall's arms before the end of the second movie, but that was my favourite part. In fact, Tuesday was probably my favourite day of the week, but tonight my mind was elsewhere.
"I'm fine," I forced a smile onto my lips, but I couldn't force it into my eyes. Marshall studied my face, his brow furrowed.
"I don't believe you," he said, "I know you too well now, you can't hide anything from me now." He was right, of course. Over the last two months we had spent almost every day together and most nights too, with both of us squeezed snugly into one of our single beds. I just couldn't get enough of Marshall's company. He was, it seemed, my soul mate.
"My parents are coming to visit," I blurted, unsure as to why I was so worked up about it, "and they want to meet you." Marshall took a deliberate bite out of his pizza, his grey eyes thoughtful.
"They know about me?" He asked, sounding rather surprised.
"My Mum gives me the Spanish Inquisition every time she phones me." I dunked my pizza crust in tomato ketchup, playing with it more than eating it, "so yeah, they know I have a boyfriend."
"It still makes me smile when you call me your boyfriend," Marshall grinned, slinging his arm around my shoulder. "But I can be 'unavailable' if you don't want your parents to see me."
"It's not that," I sighed, "I'm not ashamed of you or anything. The opposite in fact; I'm proud to call you my boyfriend. I'm just worried that they'll be judgemental. I don't want them to upset you. My Dad can be a little overprotective."
"Might want to keep our first date to yourself then," he laughed. "Well, it's up to you but I'm happy to meet them. I can be charming if I want to be."
"Really?" I poked him in the ribs, shaking my head.
"Ok no," he replied, grabbing my hand and tickling me back, "I only come with 'socially awkward' mode, but I'll try." Marshall pinned me to the bed, his fingers sneaking under my top to tickle my bare skin. "And I promise not to be mortally offended by anything they say, ok?"
"Promise?"
Scars - Part 10 • Opuss № I