I woke up on top of a curly haired boy. Quite gorgeous really. Then I realized I was naked. I panicked and jump off of him. I shot straight up and tried to swing my leg off, but that stirred him in his sleep and he grasped my thigh, preventing me from moving. I dropped my head in exasperation. My hair fell on his face and aroused him from his sleep. His eyes fluttered open and he had the most stunning green eyes.
“Good morning my beautiful Makenzie.” He grumbled in a sexy morning voice.
“Well hey. Mind if I grab some clothing while you explain to me why I’m here?”
He looked at me with a confused face and chuckled. “You didn’t drink THAT much did you kenz?”
“I honestly don’t remember…”
“But… Kenz… last night was the best night I’ve ever had…. And I need to ask you something.” He picked up his pants and started rummaging through his pockets.
“Can you stop calling me Kenz? I don’t even know your name.” I was frustrated by him constantly staring at me. Looking me up and down like I was his.
“You’re kidding me, right?” He looked fearful, sad, and angry all at the same time. What is his problem?
“No. Look obviously I drank WAY too much last night. Clearly we had a one night stand. Its all over now and I would appreciate it if you would help me find my stuff so I can go home and shower.”
His eyes watered up and his face contorted into agony.
“Stop it Makenzie this isn’t funny.” He growled desperately, in a thick accent.
“I’m sorry… stop what? Trying to get away from some emotional man I don’t even know? Pardon me.” I pushed past him into the restroom. I grabbed a brush and heard quiet, muffled sobs. I turned around and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. I ignored it, pulling on my clothes. He was clearly psychopathic.
Shes forgotten. Again. Everything. I need to call Mor Mor. I need to sort this out. I need my angel back. My love. My almost wife. My heart. My soul. My everything. I can feel myself shutting down, just like last time. I can feel the sobs ripping out of me. I can feel my soul shattering, my heart slowing, and my brain numbing. I need her. And shes ignoring me. She thinks I'm a nutcase.
“Could you cool it with the waterworks sugar?” she whispered to me.
“No, I can’t.”
“Because everything has literally just been destroyed.”
“Look love, I’m sorry. It’ll all be okay… but… I really have to go. I need to go talk to my Mor Mor…” she got up and started walking towards the door and something within me snapped.
“NO!” I shouted. I ran in front of the door and blocked it, “I’VE LOST YOU ONCE AND I'M NOT GOING TO LOSE YOU AGAIN.” I screamed, grabbing her arms. She looked horrified. I instantly regretted my actions. I pulled her into a tight hug, “Makenzie…. I…”
“Get off me!” she shoved me off of her.
“Makenzie I didn’t mean…” I touched her arm gently.
“Save it you curly-haired bastard! Stop touching me!” she slapped my hand away and I backed up to the bed and plopped down.
“Please…” I whispered, my eyes flowing tears, “Please don’t leave me.”
“You’re fucking bonkers. Get some help bud.” She spun around and slammed the door shut. And that numb, dying feeling I knew so well before, was back.
I’ve lost her again.
That was the weirdest experience of my life. It actually pained that man that I was leaving. He acted like the world was ending, He acted like we were a couple.
God, he creeped me out. But hey, he was cute at least. It’s good to know I can still pick ‘em when I’m bladdered.
On the car ride home a song came on that I haven’t heard in a long time.
I just can’t stop loving you. By Michael Jackson. I turned it up as loud as possible and sang my heart out on the way back to Mor Mor’s.