I'm glad you came.
He was called The ladies man, she was known as the Mattress queen. A match made in heaven or hell?
First he notices her lips, those amazing voluptuous lips, then her voice, and finally, her eyes. She seems amazed; maybe he should get his feelings down a notch.
"Bloody hell!" She shouts as if burned.
"Oh shit! I'm so, so sorry, I didn't mean it! I'm sorry if this making you uncomfortable"
"What are you talking about?"
"You shouted! I scared you"
"No, no you didn't! Your stupid neighbour just pinched me, how could you not notice?"
"Huh?" Now that's awkward, when did someone pass by? He had only seen her the last minutes. He could almost swear there was no one else in the hallway. That is, until he realised Mike was trying to pinch her again.
The thing about Mike is that he is 4' 1" and a pervert. If he can flip a girl skirt he will do it, if he can enter a convenience store and rob without being seen by the cameras, he would do it and even flash the casher.
"What are you doing?" A note of fear in her voice, as Mike approached for her once again.
"Just checking if it's broken or not, if it is, I need to take you to the hospital, if it isn't I just need to make sure," he answered.
"Are you sure you can handle this?" She was defiant, her eyes shining with laughter, and even posing.
"Yes, pretty sure, when I was growing up I used to hit my bum a lot, broke it at least 5 times." He reassured her, he wanted to touch her again; apparently, Stacie found it more hilarious than offensive. "I swear I won't make it worse," projecting the most confidence he could manage.
"I don't like this, but I don't really have an option, do I?"
"We could go directly to the hospital." This was getting too subrreal, did he interfere or let her fend for herself? She looked quite in control, but with girls, you never know.
"No, it's okay, just, be careful, I don't think it's broken but I'm becoming light headed."
"So, been here often?" He joked. Was Mike flirting with Stacie? Was he just seeing it and letting it play? The monster his father side where once again in agreement. 'You can't let a midget win the girl you been peening after this three months!'
He turned to see her, and could perceive humour on her face. How could she be this nonchalant when Mike was about to pinch her again, he did not now. This was eating him alive, it was time he stopped it.
"Mike, let me introduce you to MY Stacie" My? Oh my God, did he just said MY? Well, you only live once, and she is one of a kind, worst scenario she would slap him, and go with Mike in a hot/touchy date. Best case, she smiled. And boy did she smile!
She was a good sport, if not, she wouldn't have played with Mike. But for a moment he could see her hesitate, but then, she just smiled. Let me told you something. As you have read, I'm always portraying her as a goddess, but that's her usual state, now, when she smiles, it's out of this world. Her eyes sparkle, her skin radiates light and all her becomes something out of this world. As if a deity of such a far away concept we simple humans could never comprehend it. I just new that instant, that single second I was lost. There would never be another girl for me. I was standing in front of the women I wanted to marry, the mother of my sons, the owner of my heart. I just thought 'Damn, I'm lost'.
"Nice to meet you Mike, I hope my backside is intact, but I prefer for Donald to check it, if you don't mind" She said.
Mike, being good a good sport saw we where in another dimension, or at least I. We were in a parallel universe where only she and I existed. That didn't sound so bad. I mean, I'll probably miss the Trebles and my family, but if we could get a phone to work, it wouldn't be so far from heaven as described in any book.
Mike left, we enter my room. I took her post-it, planning to save it for all eternity. Then froze, she was in my room, on my bed to be more exact; I had just said she was mine, and she hadn't yet slapped me. Oh boy, oh boy!