Pour My Heart Out Chapter 4

That's right, I kissed him. Right there in the middle (well, back) of the movie theater. Where any freak turning their heads 180 degrees to watch me could see. And I didn't care, either.

I wanted to.

I kissed him, beak on beak. Shoved my face into his. I was just as surprised as he was. After the first shock of it all, we both relaxed. I wrapped my wings around the back of his head, and he grabbed me by the waist. We were connected.

And I don't mean in like a teen with raging hormones making out in the back of the movie theater kiss.

I felt a spark. Something I had never felt before when kissing a guy.

Mordecai was the one.

After we sadly broke apart, he laughed.

"What is it?" I asked.

He pointed at my face. "Do you have a mirror?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Look at your face."

Sometime while we were kissing, his mustache and bowtie had rubbed off on me.

"Now everyone will know that we're a couple." I say.

"You mean I'm your, uh, b-"

"Yeah, you're my boyfriend."

We ended up seeing another movie, (although we watched each other, not the screen.)

But when that movie was over, I was hungry again.

We got in the car and I said, "Ugh. I'm hungry."

"Then we'll stop at McDonalds."

"I don't have any money. I spent it all on the skill crane."

"Do you really think I'd make you pay?"

"Um, no?"

"Duh."

We both laughed.

When we walked into McDonalds, people were giving us dirty looks. There was this one girl that kept looking over at Mordecai. I don't know why.. But I really wanted to punch that girl in the face.

"Um, excuse me, but does my boyfriend have something on his face?" I ask haughtily.

Mordecai turned bright red and ducked behind his double cheeseburger.

"Uh, actually, he does, and you do too, slut." She said.

That girl was asking for it. I was about to stand up and slap her in the face, but I felt Mordecai grab my hand.

"Please don't start a fight in McDonalds. Let me handle it." He said softly.

"Okay." I said, squeezing his hand.

"Hey, you!" He said, pointing at the girl that had called me a slut.

"What? You wanna leave that thing and get with me?" She asked.

I was madder than I had ever been before.

"Firstly, she's not a thing, she's Margaret, and secondly, hel- uh, heck no, you're the slut."

I snickered. Mordecai, the shy sweet guy, had just called this girl a slut in the middle of McDonalds.

The slut looked at him like he was crazy, angrily took a sip of iced tea, and walked off.

I looked at him, and couldn't help but laugh. We were a bunch of idiots, but I liked it that way.

After McDonalds, it was time for Mordecai to take me home. He stopped at my house and walked me to the door.

"Look, Margaret, I just wanted to say that I had fun, and, um, I was wondering, I mean, obviously you don't have to, but I uh.." He mumbled.

"Yeah, I'll go out with you again." I say, before kissing him again.

There was that spark.

We stood there in silence, saying goodbye, marker mustaches glinting in the moonlight.