I cleaned up before heading downstairs, I needed something to drink. I was standing facing the window in the kitchen looking out to the backyard. Our old swing set was starting to rot and we needed a new pool. Jim always talked about getting us a new one, especially for the new baby. But even though he was a nice guy, he never stuck to his word. I downed the glass of water feeling the coldness drip down my throat.
"Hey Hanna." Kaleb said, as he walked in.
I jumped, "Oh my gosh." I said laughing.
"Wow, jumpy much. What's up with you?"
I shook my head as Mark appeared in the door, "Nothing, I'm fine."
Mark winked at me and I turned to place my glass in the sink. "When are you leaving?" I asked.
"Like five minutes." Kaleb said putting a piece of gum in his mouth, Mark walked over to the other side of the kitchen standing closer than necessary. He turned the sink on and washed his hands.
"Are you really gonna wear a hat?" I asked.
Mark and Kaleb were always wearing the flat billed hats, well what guy wasn't nowadays.
"Yeah, she liked my hat from the other night." He said.
I shook my head and leaned against the counter. "What babe, you don't like our hats?" Mark asked taking his hat off and placing it on my head.
There was something inside me that jumped a little when he called me babe, like I didn't want Kaleb to figure what just went on upstairs, but then again I did desperately. I just wanted to be able to turn and kiss him right now, flirt with him openly.
Kaleb stared at us for a second, when I didn't say anything or move to take the hat off. "Okay then, well keep your hands off her." He said to Mark, "And stay home, no leaving, order pizza or something."
I took the hat off as he said the words but I didn't give it back, I kept it in my hands pretending to read the label. Mark turned slowly away from me and toward Kaleb.
"Dude, good luck. But man don't get whipped." They laughed and did the hug thing that guys do.
I walked away, Mark's hat still in my hand. I heard Kaleb walk toward the front door and heard it close. "Babe." Mark called, as he rounded the corner into the living room.
"Mark, what happened before..." He cut me off taking his hat from my hands and throwing it on the chair, he grabbed my face in his hands.
"I know you felt something too, I can see it in your eyes." He lowered his mouth to mine and teased me with his lips just lightly brushing against mine, and then he pulled away. He held my face for a second longer and I opened my eyes. He smiled at me and said, "So what movie do you wanna watch."
I hate scary movies. When I say I hate them, like I really, really hate them, a lot. But I felt safe like nothing could hurt me. We watched Paranormal Activity, which isn't scary but creepy.
We sat next to each other on the couch, I grabbed the blanket and covered my legs and he looked over at me.
I was suddenly self-conscious. I didn't have any makeup on, my hair was in a messy bun. I looked like shit.
I looked away from him quickly but I could tell he was still looking at me.
"What?" I asked turning toward him again.
"You look beautiful. I've never really noticed before."
"Ha-Ha thanks, but you don't have to lie to me. I know I look like shit."
He shook his head, "Oh stop, I don't understand how you can say that. I don't understand why you wear makeup and do your hair every morning. I think you look beautiful with nothing on."
I knew he meant it in a sexual way too, but I ignored it. "Well thank you."
"I have a question." He said looking away for second, "do you think your brother will be mad if he finds out?"
"Wow, Mark being serious." I said laughing, he smiled a bit and then his face went serious again, "I don't know why?"
"'Cause I really like you Hanna, a lot."
I looked at him and reached up to kiss him on the cheek, he turned his head, while I was and kissed me. A real kiss, a kiss I knew he never kissed any other girl like. Something that made me special, made me feel pretty and loved and beautiful like he had said. A kiss that gave me confidence.
I smiled at him as he pulled away and under the blanket he rubbed my leg, giving me the chills. I leaned into him and it just felt right.
I don't know how much time passed, maybe ten minutes when the doorbell rang I jumped and screamed a little and he laughed, "You're fine." He said.
I stood up and walked over to the door. I opened it and there stood Elliot.
"Oh, hI." I said.
"Hey Hanna, I’m sorry if I interrupted anything. I just wanted to know if you know you wanted to go out sometime."He looked nervous and I thought it was cute. He played with his fingers looking nervous, before I could answer he said, "Never mind it was stupid, sorry for bothering you."
"No," I said, "It's fine, yeah I’ll give you my number and text me when you are free we can work something out." He handed me his phone and I put my number in, "Who is it Hanna?" Mark called.
"I won't keep you." Elliot said turning to walk away "I'll see you around."
I nodded, "See ya." I said.
I walked back into the living room and sat back down next to Mark. "Who was it?" He asked.
"Just a friend." I said.
He looked at me and raised his eyebrows, "Just a friend?"
"Yeah," I said, "Just a friend." And so he would know I kissed him.
He looked at me and said, "So what are we?"
"I don't know." I said.
"What would you like us to be?"
"Let's give it some time." He said pulling me closer and grabbing my hand.
For the rest of the movie we cuddled and he played with my fingers, I barely paid attention to the movie because I was so caught up in the moment.
Around midnight when the movie was over, the pizza we ordered was gone and the ice cream bowls were put away, we walked upstairs. "Are you tired?" He asked once we were at the top of the stairs, he pushed me up against the wall and I let my arms rest on his shoulders.
"A little." I said, "Don't you have hockey practice tomorrow?"
He nodded, "Not till twelve."
"Well then I think you need to get some sleep."
"How can I sleep when I know you're over here by yourself. I wouldn't want you to have a bad dream or anything."
I smiled, "That would be bad." I agreed, "But what if Kaleb comes home?"
"I'll leave before he's home." He said kissing my neck, it probably wasn't the smartest thing to agree too but how could I say no.
I got changed and he did too. I walked out in a tank top and shorts and my glasses on. He sat on my bed looking at pictures. He was in shorts, no shirt. I walked over to him and laid on the bed behind with him. "Beautiful." He said putting the picture down and towering over me.
I smiled and got under the blankets, he pushed me over and laid next to me. He kissed me, a passionate kiss. I had boyfriends before, plenty to know that I've never felt this way before.
But this was Mark, this was the same Mark that when I was younger he pulled my hair and threw sand at me. This was the same Mark that when I was thirteen he walked in on me taking a shower. This was the same Mark who annoyed the crap out of me all through middle school. This was the same Mark who kissed me like he loved me.
But could I believe what I was feeling.
I closed my eyes, should I be doing this?
I suddenly felt older than I was, like this was right, like he could be the one I marry.
I woke up in the morning and looked next to me. Shit. Shit. Shit. He was still in my bed. His shorts laid on the floor but his boxers were on. He looked over at me and rubbed my eyes. "You can't be in here." I said panicking.
"And why is that?" He asked.
"My brother's home Mark."
He pulled me down to him, I landed on top of him and I couldn't remember why I was mad. He kissed me and then said, "He didn't come home last night."
"Really? He slept over?"
"Probably." He said pulling me closer, "What do you want for breakfast, wanna go out?"
"With you, in public, no way."
"Ha-Ha." He said making a sad face, "I thought you loved me."
"So you thought." I said standing up, he slapped my butt and I turned around and slapped him.
I got dressed into a tank top and Bermuda shorts and walked into my room. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"In town somewhere, is that okay?"
"It's fine." I said.
I walked down the stairs, and outside. He was right, my brother wasn't home. I got into his truck and he started it up. He pulled me into the middle and turned the radio on, he held my hand the whole way.
We didn't talk much in the car, but it was nice, comfortable. We got into town and went to the diner. We ate talking about everything we could think of.
When we were done, it was around ten. "What are you doing today?" He asked when we were in the car.
"I have to finish painting, because you so rudely interrupted me yesterday."
"Oh my bad, I guess I won't ever do that again." He said squeezing my hand.
"It's okay, I think I need a break every once in a while."
"Yeah I think you do too, you were kinda uptight last night."
"Mark!" I squealed slapping him, he smirked. "I should probably call Kaleb."
"I'm surprised he hasn't called."
I called Kaleb and he said he was on his way home and that mom had called looking for us, she was coming home soon too.
When we got inside, Mark took a shower and I started to paint again. I looked at how it was coming along and wondered if I were ready to be a big sister. I was always babied. How was I supposed to act around a newborn baby who was supposed to be my sibling when we were seventeen years apart. I guess that's why Evan and Jenni didn't know what to say when they were told mom was having a baby.
I finished painting the third wall and then started on the decal, the monkey was first. When I was all set up with the outline I was about to start painting. When Mark walked in. "Looks good." He said observing.
"Well thank you." I said putting down the brush. He kissed me just as the front door opened and closed. I kept my eyes shut. "It was fun while it lasted."
"It's not ended yet." He said, I opened my eyes and looked up at him.
What was going on between us?
Peacelover: Thank you for reading more! I know this was a longer chapter, I was catching up on time. I hope you keep reading!
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