If You Love Me
Chapter 4: Park
I said that I would write down what happened that night between Zelman and Memiko and so I will, right now.
A famous person once said that; whatever you do in life is insignificant, but it is very important that you do it. I can't say that I agree with either of those things. But I can say that I understand why you could say that, not that I would.
That night I didn't understand what I felt for Zelman, if I loved him, if I liked him, if I thought of him as a brother, as a pest, but I know after that night I am sure of my feelings of him. I think when you read you will understand.
We sat under the cherry blossom tree on a green square pattern blanket eating our picnic dinner. He looked at me and chuckled. I swallowed and replied, "What?" I queried in a confused look.
He stretched his bare arm out and wiped the corner of my mouth, removing the crumbs that stuck to my mouth. I giggled in amusement; I never thought that Zelman would ever try something so voluntarily; it made me wonder why he did it.
He began to speak as I picked up a piece of curry bread, (a/n: I have always wanted to try that.) "You know I made that myself from scratch, it's really good, try it," so I did, and I lit up like a light bulb, a little scream came though my shut, smiling face as I tasted the best curry bread I have ever had. It went on like that for a miraculous two short hours.
When we were finished I did the most unladylike thing you probably won't think of. I burped, loud, so loud in fact that the two maids, Felicia and Amera, looked down from the second floor with a shocked expression. And Zelman just laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and when he finally stopped to breathe, five seconds late ha-ha-ha-ha, I… can't… be…leave… you….did… that… can't… breath. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, he laughed so hard he started crying. God it wasn't that funny.
But anyway, when he finally settled down, he said that, that is why he is intrigued by me. That I am the first person to make him laugh about something so pure, and that I'm not afraid to be myself around him. He said that he was sick of it all the girls that saw him said that they loved him but they didn't. Most of them didn't know his name… they were merely infatuated with him.
But the question that was on hand was what was he? He claimed that he was immortal, he dried himself within ten seconds of getting out of the shower, and he was in front of me in nine of those seconds, he said that, that was the first pure thought that he had ever laughed at, and he was so beautiful it was unreal, just the sight of him was so invigorating it, it made my heart skip a couple of hundred beats. I love Zelman, I think, or am I just infatuated with him too. These questions I could not answer yet.
ZC's POV
I sipped from my cherry coke, staring at a girl who, other than my nanny, was special to me in some way to me. I began to talk to her even after that indulgingly funny moment that I liked but I wouldn't have liked it if anyone else did that, so… why? "So Memiko, would you like to go to the park? And don't even say it, I know that it's past twilight, actually it's…" I pulled out my phone, looked at the time that I didn't care about, and told her, "It is 9:18 come on, and when we get done I'll take you home."
Her reply was expected I mean why would she, of all people want to spend the night here at my mansion, "Ok," but I do think she was frowning through that open smile that stuck to me like glue.
I stood and took her hand and pulled her up to stand, while I did that I also turned my head so I wouldn't look down that loose shirt of hers. But I didn't understand why I did that.
When she began to walk she was caught in a pot hole, and fell forward, I caught her. But because of this we ended up in an awkward position. My arms were wrapped snugly around her waist, and her entire body was propped up against me. In I guess you could say… a hugging position.
My heart sped, the longer her body was hooked on me the harder it was to breathe; my entire body was flushed bright red.
I could hear her heart beat speed too, and then I couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm sorry I tried, please forgive me for what I am about to do," I said in a longing voice that wanted what it wanted.
I turned my head, and tilted hers up just slightly, and I connected my lips to her soft, pure lips. Even though my eyes were closed I could tell that her eyes were wide, but slowly and gently sliding shut, while both of our hearts raced with passion and more feelings than I can describe.
I joyfully played with her lips. I slid my tongue across her lips, begging for entrance, of which I was not granted.
She pulled away from me, I felt ashamed of myself. Why? I didn't know. So many questions so little answers.
She looked away and put her first two fingers to her lips, then she looked back at me smiled and opened her mouth just slightly and kissed me, we infiltrated each other's mouths and she tasted of curry which made me want more, and more, and more. I am sure that I tasted of strawberries mixed with caramel dip. We played under the starry night and sparks flew.
Later
"Memiko, I can't describe in words how much you mean to me, if anything were to happen to you, I couldn't live with myself." I said that to myself continuing to actually speak to her. "Come on, let's go to the park and have more fun," because tonight will be the last time you see me, cause I came to realize that I love you and there is so much going on in my life, and I don't want you to get hurt, so please don't hate me for this.
I led her to the black Porsche that I had Felicia, park in the front yard. I opened the door for her like in all those other sappy movies, but it never really happens in real life because it's so 'classy' I guess you could say.
As the limo driver, Kashu (my friend came up with this name and I just used it cause I could, not that I like it cause honestly I don't) went down the road to a random big park, it turns out that he chose yellow creek park, that park is huge, trust me.
We slid out of the leather seated car, out into the chilly cold night air. I told the driver to leave us, and get a lift home, "here's 50, call a cab,"
He replied in a formal manner, "Yes, Zelman, boss, sir," he then took out his cell and started dialing some cab company, and that was the last we saw of him that night, because we turned around, walked off, and didn't look back.
We came to the yellow swing set, where Memiko strolled over to the second squeaky swing, perching on it, with her hands in her hoodie pockets. "Push me," she demanded in a cute childish voice. I did as she wished and pushed her, I wanted to make this night special, for it is the last time I will ever see her.
(A/n: you won't believe what I just did; I fell out of my chair ha-ha)
I pushed her high into the air, as far as she could go without falling out, so I thought, but she screamed and fell out of the damn swing. I caught her in my arms, bridal style; she liked that… liked that a lot.
That night sadly went by so fast, and yet little did she know that, that was the last time she would ever see me, and I can't get it out of my head either, I love her, I can't just leave her… can I? No, it's too painful for me to bare. Leaving the one the only one I have had feelings for since my nanny who was practically my mom.
I won't leave her; I can't so I'll just have to be extra careful.
When we were finally decided to leave the park it was one in the morning on Sunday.
We got into the car, and she fell asleep in the passenger side. I forgot to take her to her house; instead I accidentally brought her to my house. I was too tired drive her all the way out to her house, so I just parked the car, and laid her down on my bed.
I undid her bra and took off her pants to help circulation, "Nice, blue striped panties," or maybe I just wanted to know what her panties looked like, or her perfect butt, or… stop it, god.
I sucked it up, hopefully when she wakes up she'll freak out, or something, maybe she'll think she's not a virgin anymore.
I then had a feeling of want, the want to kiss her parted lips before I went to sleep like newlyweds or something of that nature. So I did, I kissed her yet again only for a second. I blushed, something I never do, I didn't even blush with the first girl I had sex with. My used to be best friend, Cassa, but she's nothing but a backstabbing thief. Come to think of it, I can't even remember why we had sex. I guess, it just happened all those years ago, when we accidentally came across a porno under dad's bed, and I guess we started imitating them or something, I can barely remember.
Let's see I'm 23 years old (A/n: he's really 800 year old but he kind of looks like a 23 year old plus I wanted to make him old enough to drink legally) and that happened when I was nine. So it's been 14 years, almost 15. It's March 2, and my birthday is on April 1, hey that's April fool's day. God so 15 years in 30 days, is the once again reunion of the night I lost my virginity.
I wonder what Memiko is dreaming about? All well, I can ask her tomorrow. I shut my crimson colored eyes, and took off my cap.
Memi's POV in the dream
Tacos- Zelman, Jiro, Alice, Kotaro, would you like a taco?
Memiko is drooling on her pillow while Zelman sleeps away the night dreaming about donuts.
I did it like that because it was so damn funny was it not?
Donuts, taco's
Hahaha
Next chapter up soon, K and it should possible be less dramatized k and dear god review me!
Have a good day and don't break your damn leg.
Ps. I did not break my leg I just felt like throwing that out there.