~Sunday Morning~

I woke up around six o' clock still tired I managed to get up ,take a shower, get dressed and head out the door. I work at a little, but popular bookstore in town, only ten minutes away from my house. I stopped at Starbucks to get my favorite 'Pumpkin Spice Latte' yeah i'm one of those people...but only when it comes to coffee, nothing else. It was a little cloudy out (shi- it better not rain) I drove up to the bookstore parking then getting out of the car my coffee in hand...my foot slipped on the slick and surprisingly wet fucking ground. My heart stop for a minute as I felt myself about to fall backwards on my ass (OH FUC-) I snapped my eyes shut...then nothing, I felt something behind me.

I opened my eyes realizing that my car door wasn't shut and that i was like floating in mid air, my legs were not holding me up...so what the hell was? "Um- are you ok?" I heard a smooth kind of deep, calm voice say above me. Looking straight up all I saw were freckles on a red face...a familiar face. "Oh shit...im so sorry...M-Marco" I said standing straight up out of his hold, closing my door real quick and locking it, "are you alright?" I turned around to face him, he tensed when our eyes met for a second, my face started to get warm. "Oh no, no Im okay...umm thanks though...for umm he-helping me out there ha" I said rubbing the back of my neck, he gave me a small smile i smiled back...then I realized something and started to frantically look around, "what are you looking for-" "GODDAMMIT!" (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) My 'Pumpkin Spice Latte' spilled all over the pavement, no longer could I have my special treat...I could still taste the pumpkin on my tongue, but now- (ITS ALL FUCKING GONE).

"Are-y-you okay...Jean?" Marco's voice seemed like it was in the distance somewhere...I was in silent rage...(whatthefuckmyfuckingcoffejustfuckingwenteverywherethankstothisstupidfuckingslipperyassroadwhothefuckknewitrainedanywayfuckinggoddammi-) laughter...? who the hell is laughing at me right now!? I looked up from the disaster a little startled I jumped back, Marco was closer to me now, right beside me laughing his ass off. "And what the hell is so funny?" I questioned trying to sound calm, but my tone was still sharp, marco didn't seem to care though, he covered his mouth trying to hold back laughter...useless. "Im...i'm so sorry...hahaha...Jean ha..." he uncovered his mouth flashing a very cute laughing smile at me, (oh...) my heart started beating (stop! what the fuck!) " i'll...i'll buy you another one okay?" he said stopping his giggling, and just continued to smile. My face was probably very pink apart from my blood pressure going up...my heartbeat was being a bitch. "Uhh no-no its...okay...what was so funny anyway?" Marco blinked, he smile grew wider when he answered "you look really umm...interesting when your pissed like...pffft ha...sorry" he started to giggle again, "that little-haha vain on your-your forehead! hahahahahaha!" I felt my forehead...there was a little vain popping out.

I started to laugh with him...it was kind of funny, not at me being mad though cause my coffee is some serious shit...no joke. "Yeah well ha I better go open up shop- whoa!" I lost my balance again not paying a-fucking-ttention and was about to fall face first to the pavement, but instead my face landed on something softer but strong. (Got-dammit, dammitdammitdammitdammitdammit!) I was so embarrassed...yeah i'll admit...shit twice i fell into this guy, im like a clumsy chick! "Oh...saved you again" he remarked. My face was literally in his chest but I adverted myself up and continued to walk up to the store, watching my step carefully. I pulled out the store keys from my pocket, unlocked the door and hurried inside with no hesitation, I went behind the counter and went to the lounge for employees only. I sat my stuff down on the couch and started up the coffee machine on the counter, (I fucking hate this cheap ass coffee!) I knew today was going to be shitty.

The store didn't open till seven so I had like twenty more minutes to go, I sat down on the leather brown chair, sipping my cheap shit coffee and pulling my laptop out of my bag. I heard the door open and I spun around to see who it is...(what the hell...oh please no!). Marco came in and closed the door behind him, still smiling he waved at me, (what the- did he follow me in here?) "umm...Marco what are you doing?" I asked watching him go sit his backpack and jacket by my stuff and sit down next to it, "oh I work here now...I started yesterday and...yeah I think Petra left you a note at the front counter" he said relaxing back on the couch. I sat there a little troubled...but then look at the benefits of this, usually no one really comes in on Sundays but I still have to stock new shipments that come in all by myself, now with Marco here he can do all the work ha! I just nodded and opened my laptop. "So how long have you been working here?" He asked probably trying to break the awkward silence, I looked up from my screen...and holy shit he was looking casual...its not as cute as his smile but it was...nothing! "Since the summer" I said trying to take my eyes of his causal face. "Thats cool...umm ha sorry I know this is awkward we barley know each other but I did save your life today, twice" "oh yeah? well thank you my noble prince you have saved me yet again" (what the fuck) we both chuckled.

The store opened and so far we've only had three costumers, I had Marco run the register while I stocked. It was around ten something when a woman and a little girl, probably her daughter, came in. The little girl was an energetic one, she had a huge smile on her face, blonde hair and freckles...(just like Marco, so cu- nope!) I watched as the woman and the girl came up to the counter, she stood on her tiptoes trying to peer over it. Marco leaned forward so she could see him, giving off one of his killer smiles, "what can I help you with today?" he asked sweetly. "We would like to find a book that she can read to her father...something simple really" the women replied, "its my daddy's birthday tomorrow!" the little girl squeaked, (kids are too loud for no good reason), I watched Marco make a complexed face as if he were pretending to think really hard, "hmmm come to think of it I think I saw something you were looking for in the donation box...hold on" Marco went over to a huge box in the corner and started to dig in it. I rolled my eyes...still watching him bend over in the box...maybe glimpsing at his ass a little...(NOPE GET BACK TO WORK JEAN!) I averted my eyes back to the bookshelf but looked back when Marco announced 'got it' and the little girl busted out with giggles,"here you go, I think this is the one" he said handing the woman the book, the title was 'Its Your Birthday, and I Love You!' I donated that book.

The woman smiled as she scanned through the book, she nodded and asked how much, Marco replied two o' five, they paid and left the little girl skipping all the way out. "Kids are great huh?" he asked looking over at me, I snapped my attention back over at the shelves "yeah sure...if you say so" "what does that mean?" he chuckled I heard him open the register then close it again. "I mean...i'm not really a kid person, patience isn't exactly my best virtue" i said shrugging placing a row of books in its place, "yeah I guess your right, so what are doing after work?" my face got hot (is he asking me out on a date...wow no just answer) "oh umm...nothing really just going home" I replied. I looked over my shoulder, he had a piece of paper out writing something down. He's been writing something the whole day, not like i've really been watching him a lot just quick questioning glances, he stopped for a second, he squinted his eyes and tapped the pencil eraser against his cheek, sticking his tongue out a little. Another fucking cute facial expression (how many can he make!?) his eyes met mine and I looked away like I was looking up at the clock, "oh its already ten thirty...we get off in two hours, what are doing after work?" (cheesy ass) his i guess "thinking face" faded and appeared a smile, "nothing...hey maybe we should go to this cafe about two blocks down...I love their lemon bread" he suggested, he sounded like a kid when he explained the cafe. I couldn't help but smile, "sure".

~Sunday Afternoon~

Petra, the store manager, came in at one and we were off. It was chilly outside, but neither of us wanted to waste gas going down the block, so we walked. Sina is a very populated place, so it was kind of crowed walking down the sidewalk, especially trying to walk side-by-side. As we walked we couldn't really have a conversation, we just glanced at each other and smiled, "excuse me!" a fat kid ran past me bumping me in the process (FUCKING FAT ASS GOT DAMN-) I felt my self falling again for the hundredth time that day. Marco grabbed my jacket collar and pulled me in quickly, i was shorter than he was so my face, again, found its way in Marco's chest. "That was close, huh?" he said practically hugging me...i was literally going to burst, first of all from anger because of that fat fuck that almost made me fall, and then the fact that i've been really clumsy all day. Second how warm and broad Marco's chest felt made me want to cuddle up with him right now, (OH MY GOD NO!) I pulled away from his warmth, but the warmth stayed, my warmth. "Jesus Jean...are you alright your really red...and hot" (he called me hot!) I realized that he didn't mean it in that way when he took off one of his gloves and felt my face, I nervously laughed, "i'm fine really but lets just get going we're kind of in peoples way here", he nodded and we started to walk again, i took off my hood and allowed the cool air to bring my temperature down...but it seemed like it went back up every time i looked over at Marco.

At the cafe we joked around and laughed the whole time. I tried some of the lemon bread Marco was talking about...it really was good, but I liked the pumpkin better. He talked about his old school...he said he didn't like it much and he looked uncomfortable talking about it so i didn't push that conversation on, I told him about me and how I draw...Reiner is the only one I told about my artistic gift, its kind of embarrassing to me, don't ask me why. He begged me to draw him something one day, I said maybe and we continued to talk, he said he really likes Sina already, that made feel like a good person...whatever shit he had to deal with at his old school he didn't have to deal with here. We stayed at the cafe for an hour then we headed back to our cars, "I really had fun today Jean" he said walking with me up to my car his was right next to mine, a blue Bentley...i was a little jealous of how nice it looked but who cares I love my 1999 Lexus me and her go way back. "Me too...and thanks again for saving my ass three times today...I owe you" i replied rubbing the back of my neck, "no, no its fine...really walking to the cafe with me was quite enough, but um can I ask you something?" he fiddled with his zipper a little not completely looking at me, (is he nervous? oh my God...is he going to-) "yeah shoot?" i bit my lip, what is he about to say? "dose this...m-mean we're friends?" he said looking into my eyes like he was searching for something, his eyes were wide and its like his pupils grew bigger...(ok im sorry... BUT THAT IS WAY TO FUCKING CUTE TO SAY NO TOO!) The heat began to grow in my face again. "Uh- ye-yeah...totally yeah we're friends" I said trying to hide my red face with a cocky grin, he smiled showing his perfectly white teeth, "ok well see you at school tomorrow damsel in distress" he winked and grabbed his keys out of his pocket, unlocked his car and hopped in sticking his tongue out at me like a kid. "Like hell!" I yelled back unlocking my own car and hopping in, I flicked him off through the window and started my car he started his and tapped his wrist like if a watch was there, trying to say time? (time to what...oh!).

We soon stopped our little sign language battle and drove away. I got home around three thirty, my mom was doing the laundry and my dad was probably asleep, I went up to my room exhausted and thinking about the past few hours I spent with Marco...friends...thats a good start.