Just when she thought things couldn’t get more awkward. Not to be rude, but, Luna hadn’t even had a proper… well… “sex talk” with her own parents. This was not going to happen. No, no, nope, nien, non. She knew what Mark was implying, and that it was with the best of intentions, but it didn’t help the fact that she felt so uncomfortable in the situation. Why couldn’t she just be a bit more normal, in this aspect? The girl could clearly remember her high school friends talking about how they’d hooked up with their boyfriends that weekend, while she stood awkwardly in the corner. Life would be so much easier if she hadn’t shied away from boys and sex in the four, previous years. Imagine, this sitation wouldn’t be happening if she had. But, unless someone could invent a time machine in the next four seconds, the young woman would have the face this head on.
To be honest, Luna probably wasn’t as completely innocent and oblivious to the world as people thought. For God’s sake, she didn’t live in a bubble. It was just that she chose not to have… other things… be such a prominent factor in her life. “Mark, you don’t have to treat me like a little girl… I mean, I’m nineteen years old, I can deal with… this stuff. I’m not a porcelain doll that’s about to shatter, and l-love, I don’t need to talk about sex or… the situation in your pants. I mean, shit- oh, sorry, pardon my French- stuff happens,” she said, rather assertively. Damn. She never, ever was so… well… fowards about what she was thinking. It was liberating, for one. The girl could add it to the list of things she could get used to.
Granted, things didn’t go as smoothly as she pleased. There was a lot of stuttering, red cheeks, and nervousness between sentences of her little speech. Even though she wasn’t in much of a mood to leave, Luna scooted herself over to the other side of the couch. Things had probably gotten way more uncomfortable than necessary, truth be told. For the first time in her life, the girl was unhappy being herself- childish, innocent, and just a bit more flighty than she’d like to admit. “Shit…” she mumbled to herself.
For some reason, Luna’s words hurt him. Good job, idiot. He looked down as she spoke, his brows furrowed. “I’m sorry, Luna. I-I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Actually, all I wanted to do was to give you a bit of confidence for your audition… I’m sorry. I know you’re not a little girl, but sometimes you seem so innocent and so fragile…” He looked down at his pants, blinking… ouch, he thought. “Yeah, sorry about that, too.” he chuckled when she said a bad word, he thought that’d probably wouldn’t happen in a million years. “It’s okay. I can speak a really good French myself, so good it turns to German sometimes.”
He felt awful for making her feel uncomfortable, so he didn’t say anything when she moved away from him. “Alright.” he mumbled under his breath. He looked down at his pants, now annoyed at his hormones. What the hell? Stupid teenage hormones. He reached for the remote and pressed the play button, placing it right next to her before he stood up. “I’ll be right back.” He said as he walked in front of the TV and stopped, behind the couch, he was not sure if he should but… he needed to. Before walking upstairs, he leaned down and kissed Luna’s cheek, whispering “I’m sorry, really sorry.” into her ear, and then headed to the bathroom… maybe a little… what? peace? He felt no peace, he just felt stupid. He was angry with himself for making her feel awkward, or however she felt.
Once in the bathroom, he closed the door, he placed his hands on each side of the counter with the sink, and stared at himself in the mirror. “You’re an asshole.” he said to the reflection in the mirror. He looked back at his pants and sighed. “You’re an idiot, too.” He just felt so mad at himself, he felt like punching the mirror. He took a deep breath and furrowed his eyebrows, not looking away from the mirror. He ran his hands across his face and his hair, blinking. So, fucking calm down. You’re not even horny or anything. What the fuck, Mark. What. the. fuck. You are ruining everything. He felt bad, not quite sure why but he did. But the good feeling about this was the feeling of his pants feeling normal again. It took him a while, but he was okay again… but he was still scared of going out the door.
Kisses because he was adorable? Luna could definitely work with that. Again, the character switch occurred, like she was ready to go on stage, or something of that sort. She swiveled around in Mark’s lap, secured a hand behind his neck, and took a deep breath while giving a shrug. Her instincts took over from there, kissing him with as much initiative as she had before. In the back of her mind, the girl wondered how much longer she could keep up the illusion of knowing what the hell she was doing. There was only so much she could do with what she’d learned in a few acting classes. There was also the impeding treat of… well… what was going on inside of his pants.
By the time the kiss was broken, Luna could tell that she wasn’t as bad at the art of the French kiss as she thought. Why, you ask? Not to be cocky, or anything, but Mark seemed rather breathless both times around. The brunette gently pressed another kiss, a peck, against his lips, before turning back around and frankly, acting as nothing had just happened. At least, that’s how it looked from behind. Once again, her cheeks were a mad shade of red.
By the time Luna heard an apology whispered into her ear, she was a bit… she was… The girl was freaking out. It was like the rushes of confidence were worthless, now. The girl felt her conscience crashing down onto her. She’d never been super religious, had really only observed holidays and such to please her parents, but it felt like the eyes of an omnipresent god burning into her skull. Before she could think of anything else, the infamous mouth of Luna McGuire began to babble.
“You… You don’t have to apologize. I mean, I have the… well… the sexual experience of a ten year old girl, but I-I know how things work,” Luna ranted, mostly out of nerves. What had she just said? Sometimes, the girl felt as if she needed a translator just for people to comprehend her nervous chatter. To be honest, it went something along the lines of “it’s not like I don’t know what a boner is, I just don’t know anything else”. Classily put, don’t you think?
He didn’t know what to do, he just waited for her to be facing him. He placed his hands around her waist when she placed one around his neck, and look at her eyes as he waited for the kiss he wanted so much. When it arrived, his eyes fluttered close and, once again, he was surprised and happy, she was being confident which was fantastic and really attractive. He wondered if she was actually nervous or scared of kissing him or maybe… of his pants. Maybe the latter was more believable, actually. A second after she pulled away, his eyes opened, wide and blue, and looked for hers. “Wow, again.” He muttered before the little peck came, making him smile… but she didn’t see his smile, she turned around… which confirmed his thoughts, she was scared.
He was not sure of what he could do to make her feel better, or at least less freaked out, but making himself go soft was probably not going to help, because it was probably not happening soon. He felt like stone and it was getting extremely uncomfortable. He couldn’t think of anything better, so he hugged her by the waist and kissed the back of her head, chuckling slightly as she rambled, she couldn’t be so adorable. He was certain now that no one could ever be as adorable as she was, ever. He thought of what to say for a second, he didn’t want to creep her out more than she was already… so he decided to pause the movie.
“Luna, love, I’m sorry for making you nervous… scared, actually. I’m really sorry, but, well… I’m a guy.” he smiled, even though she wouldn’t be able to see him smiling. “And I swear I can usually control myself, and I think I’ve managed to do so quite good… just imagine, if I couldn’t, you’d have to deal with this every single time you kissed me.” What the fuck did you just say, Mark. “And… sorry for that, too. I’m sure that did not help at all. But well, I’m just like… trying to explain myself, even though that’s a bit ridiculous. It’s not easy to control when I have someone as beautiful as you here, kissing me like that...” he smirked to himself, remembering how good she had actually kissed him. “Are you sure you know how… things work? Because, you know… we could talk about it. If… if you want, of course.” he proposed, not sure of how she would react… but he hoped for the best.
As if all the girl was was a character on stage, when the kiss, or whatever you could call that, broke, so did her bravado. The instant their lips parted, Luna once again became the innocent young woman who was recognizable by anyone. How was she supposed to even react? As expected, this was her first experience involving anything more than the semi-average. But, the situation had another twist. She wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed of what had just happened. Was this confidence? The type of so-called confidence that she found herself in did have it’s faults, though. She was content that nothing had gone horribly amiss, but still scared of her next mood. Confident of the past, scared of the future.
With a slight smile, Luna slid herself completely into Mark’s lap, once again getting comfortable enough to watch the movie. “Pay more attention and you get more kisses,” she said with a smirk that no one could see. Since when did she start smirking? Since when was she confident? Whatever it was, the girl could certainly learn how to embrace it. By the time she was tuned back in to her environment, America as coming to a close. Well, shit, she’d completely missed a seven minute number. At the moment, she wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Neutrality seemed to be a good position, but her body screamed otherwise. It was still reeling, wanting more. The place where his hands had been still burning, her lips still tingling, like they had several nights before.
As the movie progressed and Luna waited for more facts to be shot out, she began to lean backwards, to simply get more comfortable. Suddenly, it was like she’d been pulled back to a stupid, grade 8 health class. Against her lower back, let’s just say. Although innocent, the girl wasn’t completely stupid. One side of her brain wanted to react like a child, pull away and practically run. But, she had do be grown up about it. So, even though lost over what to do, she remained calm, watched the movie, and hoped for the best.
Mark felt a little nervous when she slid in his lap, he just hoped she wouldn’t notice… “I can do that.” He mumbled into her ear, kissing it afterwards.. loving her smirking. He drove his attention back to the screen, feeling a little lost. “So, until I get back up on the plot… I’ve understood that.. the Jets are white, right? Like East European dudes. The Jets are Puerto Rican, right?” he said, before waiting and watching the movie a little more. Not being able to catch up, since the last scene he had actually seen, was way different than the one they were watching now. “Uhmm… I think that girl in the pink dress… Anita? is on Maria’s side? With the Tony thing, right?” He said, furrowing his eyebrows.
He was getting more worried as seconds went by, he had always been able to control his body and he had learned how to control his hormones, so whenever someone kissed him, it wouldn’t happen. But he was not prepared for this situation, he never thought he’d had a beautiful girl sitting on his lap.. and even though he tried, he just couldn’t relax. He was started and the.. situation was getting harder. But he’d try to relax the situation with Luna. “Okay, I’m lost. What if you kiss me just because I’m adorable and I tried?” he batted his lashes in the silliest way, just wanting to forget about it. But it was certainly not going to help, his pants felt so tight it was getting uncomfortable.
He nuzzled Luna’s shoulder for a second when she leaned back, but then he realized she noticed. Shit, he thought, brilliant, Mark, just fucking brilliant. Even though he wanted to tell her something that’d make her feel better… but it would be stupid. How could he apologize for that? And how would he even explain it? ‘It’s just that you turn me on.’ that wouldn’t be the best idea, plus it’d sound pervy, and she’d probably just slap him and walk away, which he didn’t want. Even though he blushed the most awful shade of red ever, he didn’t leave her shoulder, he was still nuzzling it. What was he going to do? Probably… the first idea was… the most prudent. “I’m sorry.” he mumbled, hoping she’d hear it.
There was one thing and one thing only circling thought Luna’s mind at the moment- that the hell? She’d never been one for swearing, another thing her parents had always preached against, but this was an occasion for rule-breaking. Just a few seconds ago, Mark had been oblivious to what had happened in the film. Maybe he was just paying more attention than she thought. Whatever it was, she couldn’t help but be impressed. Even though the facts were basic, it was worth acknowledging that her boyfriend cared enough to know these things. To say the truth, if she had gotten stuck watching an action movie, she’d very probably be extremely uninterested. Another reason why Luna McGuire thought she was very possibly one of the luckiest girls in Lancaster, at the moment.
“Bravo,” she grinned happily, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek as a slight reward. Hey, it fit their contract! As time strolled by and the play was brought up, Luna couldn’t help but get a little bit nervous. Tomorrow was her audition for the role of a lifetime, and Mark was treating it like she already go the part. “Hush, I don’t want my head to get big. I can’t afford thinking like that,” she sighed. But, it was nice to think that, if she did get it, there’d be someone there for her in the audience. Although foam fingers weren’t necessarily the best idea, the idea of support was comforting. You see, her parents probably wouldn’t have the most approval of this role, so, if they bailed, she’d always have him.
When the kisses were brought up again, Luna’s face became covered in red. A deal was a deal, no? She was nervous, not being the best at kissing… those things… but, she had to learn to be as fearless in her own life as she liked to think she was on stage. Swallowing a lump that sat in her throat, she spun around on the couch, and looked at Mark innocently. But, it wasn’t her usual, adorable, innocent bravado. There was a hint of something else in her eyes. Here it goes, he said to herself, acknowledging that this was a now or never thing. After all, she couldn’t be a little girl forever. Her approach was that of… well, a normal teenager. She shrugged a bit before wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in for exactly what she’d promised. Thank God for acting. She’d had to do something along these lines for a high school show, so it was time for those skills to be brought to light, no?
Usually, her lips brushed across his lightly, softly. This time around, they clashed with an urgency that she’d only heard about in books, movies, and plays before. All her life, Luna had thought it frankly wasn’t “her thing”, but as she got into her comfort zone, the girl realized that she’d simply always been too frightening to test out these waters.
“I can be good if you just give me a chance… Hey! I want my kisses. That one doesn’t count.” He said smiling. “I’m just sure you’ll get the part. And you’re going to do great and you’re going to look amazing. I can bet my record collection on that.” He said, confident. He knew she was going to get it… and deep inside him, he wished she did. Even though he tried his hardest, he just couldn’t brush those thoughts away… Luna was beautiful, she was probably the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. But he also had to think, what would he do if she didn’t get the role? She’d feel sad… He’d have to cheer her up somehow. He needed to read some kind of “Musicals for Dummies”… But no, he was not going to think negative. She was a great actress and she was going to get the role, and he’d be there to support her.
All he thought when her face turned red was how adorable she was, how innocent and how he had to shake his teenage boy, hormonal thoughts away… Even though he didn’t want to. He smiled at her, trying to make her see that it was alright, and then he thought she wouldn’t have to do it if she didn’t want to, but when he looked into her eyes, there was this new look, one he had never seen before… he was not sure what it was, but he liked it… but it was certainly not helping the… hard problem he had in his pants. Good thing about being a guy is that he could open his legs to hide it. The back of his head got goosebumps when her hands made contact with it, his own hands moving to her waist, almost absent-mindedly, and he kissed her back passionately… He was not sure of how she’d take it, but he hoped it’d let her open up and feel more confident. After all, he was her boyfriend and that was his job, make her feel comfortable, at least around him.
Luna was so innocent, and her kissing skills were surprising. Mark did think so, and apparently his body did too, because he just couldn’t get his… situation to calm down. Actually, he felt his heart pound against his chest, like if it wanted to get out. All he did was pull away for a second, only so they both could breathe, but in that second, he pulled her closer, practically, she was on his lap, but he didn’t want to scare her, so he kept from placing her on his lap fully. But he just couldn’t stop kissing her… so desperately, so full of passion. When they finally broke the kiss, all he could do was look at her, his blue eyes dilated and his left hand shaking, and all he could manage to say was “Wow… that was the best kiss ever.”
It came to Luna’s attention, that she was very possibly enjoying the proximity between herself and her boyfriend a little more than she was enjoying the film. What could she say? It was nice, it was comforting. But, being the girl, too far wrapped up in her own innocence, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of something hoot through her veins. Disappointment with herself? No, no- that wasn’t it. But, she felt like her parents wouldn’t approve of this, her putting her emotions before her passions. The situation just felt so right that she couldn’t help it. She’d seen West Side Story countless times, she knew the plot by memory. Her attention could be diverted for just a few seconds.
When the storm of questions came, Luna simply reacted by looking up towards Mark again, and smiling. He was completely and utterly oblivious, which was rather adorable. “Most of the characters are gangsters, including them. Yes, that’s Spanish- the Sharks are from Puerto Rico. New York, that’s where the West Side is, late fifties, early sixties. If you don’t catch on, I’ll always explain it to you,” she answered in rapid-fire succession. There was no possible way she could get annoyed with the fact that he was rather lost. In addition to her seemingly endless patience, sometimes you just had to make sacrifices for the ones you loved. Wait. Stop everything. Had she used the word “love”? No, no, no, no, no. It was far too early for that. Four days was far too early. But, simply, it felt right saying it, hearing the words echo even if it only was inside of her mind.
Suddenly, in the middle of a song of course, an realization popped into Luna’s mind. It was a little on the risqué side, (mind you, this is in her own parameters) but it seemed worth it, inside her own mind. Yet again, the thought of parents looking down upon her zipped through her head. She never took risks, so… maybe, just maybe, it was just fine for her to take one. Even if it was a small one. “I’ll make you a little proposition,” she whispered, trying not to interrupt the movie too much, “every time you say something correct about the movie, I’ll give you a kiss.” She was hoping it worked, for the sake of West Side Story, of course.
As scenes faded seamlessly, Luna sat up in his arms a bit. Oh, Tonight. It was her favorite song in the movie, to say the least. That just proved how much of a hopeless romantic she was. I saw you and the world went away. It made her think of someone, to say the least. Quickly, she glanced to her side again. The possibility of love became a bit more clear in that very moment. Not now, but someday. Very possibly with him.
“Oh. I think I’m less confused now.” He said when she explained everything to him. He kept his attention on the screen, trying to catch up with the movie. Mark smirked at her words, he liked the proposal. “Oh, I like that.” He said. “Can I cheat? … we’re not playing yet so…” he said before he pulled her closer to him, kissing her. He smiled down at her, realizing how close they were, she was almost in his lap. But he didn’t mind at all… for some weird reason. He kissed her cheek before nodding, keeping his eyes on the screen for now.
“Okay so, so far. The Jets and the Sharks are gangs. They hate each other. West Side is a part of New York. The Jets are led by Riff and the Sharks by Bernardo. Tony is Riff’s best friend… and he’s in love with Maria, Bernardo’s younger sister.” He kept watching the screen, “They met at a dance.” He looked down at her, smiled at her, looking into her eyes… feeling this quite strange feel in his stomach. It was NOT the butterflies… dammit. What the fuck was he feeling? And how could he even allow his body feel such thing… knowing how innocent she was… But that innocence… made him want her.
Then he remembered the play. “How are you feeling for the Chicago play? I can’t wait to see you on stage. You’re going to look gorgeous… And I’ll make sure to bring my foam finger, Luna’s #1 Fan.” He said before he kissed the tip of her nose. Then the sudden thought of her being dressed as Sally. He felt a sudden shiver going down his spine, the thought… turned him on. When he felt what was going on inside his pants, he opened his legs, making sure the fabric would stretch, not showing… it. He blushed, but hoped she wouldn’t notice… she’d probably be scared. “Can I get my kisses now?” He said, before clearing his throat.
When the door popped open, a light smile spread across Luna’s lips, who was quite ready to just get inside, shove the movie in the DVD player, and get on with the evening. But, a kiss slowed her down, and there was no protesting to that. It was nice after a day of not seeing him, no matter how clingy that sounded. “Hey, you said I was allowed!” she protested mockingly and childishly. No matter how slowly things went, she was gratefull to even be out of her house. Frankly, the girl couldn’t handle another hour of pacing around, glancing at her script, listening to her audition song on repeat, and practicing the dance that was learned at the cattle call awkwardly in her room. Anything was better than that fate.
When Mark left downstairs, presumably to go find the DVD player, Luna just stood idly, scanning the room. She hadn’t a chance to do so the other night. Probably too wrapped up in the situation, which had been rather overwhelming to the girl. There were lots of, well, flowers- which she didn’t really know how to percieve. Before she could put any more thought into the concept, she heard a slight creak on the floor, and then felt a kiss on the cheek and a flower slipped behind her ear. The blush that was now becoming a trademark thing crept up Luna’s neck and splotched across her cheeks. “And you’re very possibly getting cheesier than I am. Can’t say I don’t like it, though,” she grinned.
With everything falling into place for the evening , Luna made her way to the couch and then plopped on. Absent-mindedly, she played with a strand of her hair, twirling it between her fingers. A memory popped into her head. She remembered having a boyfriend for the first time. Her mother called her out on being spacey, playing with her hair all the time. Mrs. McGuire said that it was a sign of lovestruckness. And honestly, the girl wouldn’t be too surprised if it was. Bringing her back from the thoughts that ran amuck in her head, an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. She curled herself up, bringing her legs nearer to her torso, and then placing her head against his shoulder. It was corny, yes, but Luna liked being wrapped up in his arms. She’d been living on her own for about six months, now, and the feeling of another person’s warmth was comforting. She looked to the side and smiled, happy with the rather comfortable position she was in now. As the movie roared to life, she was filled with a sudden happiness. I mean, c’mon, West Side Story.
The music played, a aerial view of the west side flashed onto screen, and then, the iconic snapping began. “This is going to seem really stupid to you, I promise, but things look up from here,” she whispered, not wanting in interrupt anything. Okay, so, to a first time watcher and non-thespian, this could seem rather rediculous. It was an acquired taste or an in-born-passion, depending on who you were. If Mark thought this was odd, it might be a long, long night.
“I… I guess I’m kinda cheesy.” He said, a little ashamed of himself. But he enjoyed being with Luna so much, he didn’t even really care. He was just being himself… maybe he was overprotective but he really did care about her. He couldn’t help but looking down at her when she rested her head on his shoulder, absent-mindedly kissing the top of her head. He had never cuddled with anyone before… He had always been too scared the other person would think he had bad intentions, which he didn’t. But Luna was so innocent she wouldn’t even think of that, and he liked that… She was so adorable. And… it was nice. He liked feeling like he was protecting Luna… there was no evil around, but he still liked the feeling.
Even though he was enjoying everything so much, he wondered what was going on in Luna’s mind. Was she scared, nervous… maybe happy? Happy to be with him…? He’d never know. Sometimes he wished he had some kind of power that let him read people’s mind… which would be a little creepy, since no one would have any privacy. But it’d be amusing… and he’d be able to know what Luna thought about him… But, if would be easier to just ask her, wouldn’t it? Wow, sometimes Mark felt like he was the biggest weirdo in the world, just by his thoughts. But he thought maybe that was what made him interesting…. maybe? Blah. He shook his thoughts away and focused back on Luna, the situation, his happiness and the movie, pulling her closer to him and he placed his head on top of hers.
When he saw the quick flash of the little town, he felt a little intrigued. He often liked everything from the sixties, so this was going to be alright, but he still found the snapping quite funny, since the guys looked so tough. “Are these guys like gangsters?” he mumbled into her ear, softly, and then furrowed his brow, feeling genuinely curious. “Oh wait, is that spanish? Where’s that city? It looks old… well, it’s from the sixties, right?” He realized he sounded stupid. Like some kind of tourist visiting a completely unknown city… “I’m sorry for asking you all this but, you see, I’m new to this movie… I tend to do that. I like spoilers.” He kept mumbling into her, embarrassed. What if she thought he was stupid… Nah, she wouldn’t. Luna was not like that… and he knew that the feeling he had for her, was mutual. He smiled a bit to himself, as he started playing with her hair, but still looking at the TV. “I’m liking this movie so far… I like Julio.” he joked, placing his lips on top of her head, and not moving for a few moments.
Every role that Luna had the pleasure of playing had always been, well, very much life herself. Maybe not as innocent, but usually exeedingly kind, happy individuals. When the girl had caught word of a local playhouse putting on a production of Cabaret, she couldn’t help but be thrilled. The concept of being someone so different from herself thrilled her. No matter the character, it was foreign and exciting. With auditions being the next day, Luna could feel the insecurities brimming in her head. If there was one thing she’d never been able to do, it was sexy. What had inspiried her to do that, even as a fictional character? Sally Bowles was a prostitute, exotic dancer, take your pick! She was a naive teenage girl. There was no corrolation.
Willing to do anything to get her mind off of the trecherous auditions, Luna had agreed to go over to Mark’s house and watch what in her opinion was the greatest musical of all time. She was a sucker for romance, what could she say? The girl was excited for the fact that her boyfriend wanted to sit through 152 minutes of singing, dancing, and snapping using as a form of gang violence. It just proved how lucky she was. C’mon, if you weren’t a self-proclaimed ”theater person” musicals… well… they could be pretty stupid. On the other side of the spectrum, they created a new world filled with the grandeur of show business. It was all a matter of perception.
Grabbing the copy of the DVD from her stack and her keys from the kitchen table, Luna was off. Her old, excuse for a car (which she had bought herself, thank you very much) was parked across the street, because her building had the inconveniece of no parking. Sure, it was low-budget, but she also had the satisfaction of saying that she’d paid for her rent by herself. The drive was short, since Lancaster was a small town. By the time she arrived and made sure that she had the right house this time, she was antsy to see Mark. But, she had to curb her enthusiasm. Obsessive girlfriend wasn’t pretty on anyone. Off went the ignition. The door to the car popped open, and the girl scattered out. When she got to the front door, she knocked twice, swiftly.
When Mark heard the knocks on his front door, he spitted out all the toothpaste he had inside his mouth and wiped it with a towel, before running downstairs and opening the door, offering his beautiful girlfriend a big shiny smile, probably shinier after brushing his teeth a thousand times. “Hi, love.” he said, pulling her to him and kissing her gently. “So are you ready to force me, I mean, teaching me everything I have to know about musicals? Because I’m ready. I had a full night of meditation and mental preparation.” he joked. “Come in, make yourself comfortable.” He said as he led her to the living room, where the television was. Then he noticed, the DVD player wasn’t there, it was downstairs.
“Oh dammit. I’ll be right back, alright, don’t move.” He said as he started walking downstairs, but then ran back upstairs and kissed her cheek, before running back downstairs. Once he was downstairs, he looked for the DVD player… it was in the shelf his record player was in. He walked over to it and pulled the box out. When he turned around, he saw the vase full of flowers his mom had, because she loved flowers in a creepy way… but she liked nice flowers, at least. He walked over to the vase and cut one big lily with his left hand, because she right one was now holding the box with the DVD. When he was done, he walked upstairs quietly, and moved carefully so she wouldn’t see him walking behind her, he left the box in the carpet for a moment, so he could use his two hands on her. He creeped slowly until he was a few inches from the couch, and he once again, kissed her cheek, before placing the lily behind her ear, then he whispered “You’re beautiful.”
He walked back to the box and picked it up, now walking to the TV and unplugging the cables to his Play Station 3, and plugging the DVD’s. He looked for the remote inside of the box, feeling a bit worried when he didn’t find it. He hadn’t brought her here for nothing. But then, he realized the remote was on top of the TV. He sighed in relief and set everything up. “May I, young lady?” Mark said with a little smirk forming on his lips, before he took the movie, opened the door and placed the disc inside the DVD. Then he headed back to the couch, sitting next to Luna, somehow sneaking his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. “So, shall we watch it in spanish?” he joked, setting everything in the menu, before pressing the ‘Play Movie’ option.
Mark loved how his girlfriend was so innocent at times. But to be honest, he couldn’t imagine her playing a prostitute, though it sounded really attractive to him… But he couldn’t afford to think like that, it was just disrespectful towards her. But in the back of his mind he kept thinking about how wrong it was it was right, he was a guy after all. But he felt like a jerk thinking like that. He needed to stop. He took a deep breath and started arranging things for when Luna arrived.
He felt a little stupid because she knew everything about musicals and he knew nothing. He’d have to learn a lot, even though he didn’t even like musicals so much. But he’ll watch her whole collection just because of her, because he loved how she smiled when she talked about them, and because every excuse there could be for him to be with her was perfect, he just loved spending time with her, getting to know her better, and just doing stuff they liked. What could be better than that? He didn’t know what could possibly be better than having Luna, he was so happy he had made the right choice.
As his parents were away, Mark had kind of a mess in his house. So he hurried around the house, arranging things, picking up other things, until everything was in order. He was even surprised and proud of himself at the same time, he had never cleaned the whole house, ever, in his life. The effect Luna had on him was positive, he liked it. The Luna Effect. He snapped himself back to reality, Luna was going to arrive in any second. He looked at his phone for the hour, and realized he had finished early. He was surprised of himself. So what would he do now? He didn’t want to pace around in circles until the bell rang, he’d look like a pshyco doing that, so he walked upstairs to the bathroom, and brushed his teeth. He had already brushed them twice, but there was nothing else he could think of doing, until Luna arrived. He wanted her to be there already… Shocked by his own thoughts, Mark felt like a creepy stalker. Hopefully Luna didn’t see him as that.