"Raine?"
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Knock, knock, knock.
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"Raine!"
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Knock, knock, knock.
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"Damn it, Lorraine!"
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KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
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There was a silence on the other side of my door. A deep long sigh came from his soothing voice. "...fine, I guess that my trip to Dunkin' was pointless. Oh well,-" I leapt out of my bed scrambling to throw on a pair of shorts that were at the foot of my closet door and snatch a baggy white shirt off a hanger. Still scarmbling I fumble slightly swinging the door open during his mid sentence, "I'll just-"
"Hi, Marco!"
I lean up, one hand on my open door and my other on the frame, lightly kissing his nose. Pulling away I see his freckled, honey golden skin flush from his shoulders, warming his face and up the tips of his ears. His eyebrows pulled down, all upset. I couldn't help but hold a small laugh, he was like an angry bunny.
"Still a sensitive boy, aren't you?"
I tease him giving him a smile. He's not new to this, I'm an affectionate person. He just isn't used to so much physical contact or displays of affection. 'Hm, he's still a cutie." He roles his dark brown eyes, giving me a small smile.
"Let's go loser,"
He turns around going back through the small hallway me tailing behind him. He enters the open area of our shared apartment and enters our tiled kitchen, sitting at the granite bar-like counter. I smile stupidly walking around the counter into the kitchen, snatching a strawberry frosted donut from the open box on the counter.
Taking a bite of my donut I proceed to the fridge while hastily chewing. Placing my remaining fingers, donut in hand, over my mouth I shout out a muffled 'thank you'. My hand leaving the fridge's handle I crouch and grab the bottle of Tropicana Apple juice and take it with me, shutting the door with my hip.
"No coffee?"
I shake my head swallowing my donut bite before stuffing my face again with more soft and golden doughy-goodness. I place the small bottle on the counter in front of where Marco sat, his brown hair all ruffled up. His freckles standing out behind his metal thinly framed glasses.
I hold out my donut to him as he swallows a sip of his large ice french vanilla swirl. He looks from my hand to my face as I chew my donut. He leans forward and takes a bite, placing his hand over his mouth, mumbling a 'thank you Raine.'
I just nod and take hold of his veiny hand placed on the top of his coffee lid and pull it to me so I can sip his coffee. He moves as if I'm pulling the strings to his puppet body, with no hesitation or resistance... oddly the after taste with apply juice isn't actually that bad that and the hint of strawberry tastes pretty good.
"Raine, we gonna go down to the studio again today? Or are we gonna go to the café?"
He says once his mouth is empty. Using his index finger he pushes up his glasses so they sit further up on the bridge of his nose. I just take a minute to admire him for a moment. He was so precious, his long lashes and jaw made him look more feminine than masculine but I loved those features about him.
His left eyebrow was pierced with a cute 16g steel barbell ring. His ears had been pierced since he was a teenager, the cutie always wore earrings you'd see on a kpop idol. Everything about him reminded me about a cute sub-boy.
"I was thinking maybe we could go to the studio? I really want to finish my painting,"
"The swan piece or the dancer?"
"Oh shit I forgot about dancer for a moment. I need to get that one done too... I'm not that worried about it actually-it only needs highlighting I've done the rest, then I can send it out to the café,"
He hums grabbing my hand and eating the last of my donut. 'One down five to go' I turn my gaze to the remaining donuts, two plain glaze, a chocolate glaze and a chocolate frosted with sprinkles. 'Wait sprinkles?-Marco you cute lil bastard'.
I smile softly taking a swig of my miniature apple juice bottle because Tropicana likes to be like that. 'Thanks Tropicana you and your 12oz servings... I'm completely satisfied now... totally.' I shake my head at my thoughts while Marco scrolls through his phone, by the looks of it he's looking at his pictures of him and John.
"Jezzums, Marco. Could you get anymore sickening?"
I tease while sipping from his coffee again. The poor boy looks up, the chain of his earring creating a elegant metallic chime. His brows furrowed in confusion.
"What are you talking about?"
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"Really Raine? If I didn't know any better I'd say you're jealous,"
He teases playfully biting the corner of his lip, bits of his pearly whites making an appearance. His brows raised as well to push his playful point. I scoff and roll my eyes playfully,
"As if. One; I got no reason to be jealous of you with your precious John. I'm pretty sure we both know that much, and two; John is completely not my type-"
"You don't even have a type!"
"Exactly"
"All you have is him, and quite literally only him-even after all this time,"
Our playful banter with laughter laced between died down at the mention of him. Marco wasn't wrong, it's been so long and these feelings I have only intensified rather than dwindled away. 'What can I say? I really am a loyal bitch,'.
I feel a warm hand ruffle my brown tresses, as he looks up into my eyes. Poor thing, I must've worried him by the way his eyes are darting around.
"You ok?"
"Yeah I'm alright, don't worry you're lil' freckled face about it, ight?"
Marco smiles retracting his hand from the side of my head. His eyes shift down to my attire looking completely unfazed as shakes his head. I pull up my shoulders looking at him confused. He points at my shirt... 'what you tryna say?'
"Go get dressed you maniac, you're not goin' out full commando,"
I couldn't help but laugh at his blunt statement. I move out of the kitchen and back through the hall to my room. I toss my shirt off as I shut the door with my foot, and throw it back on a hanger. However I throw my shorts into the dirty laundry hamper, they were on my floor.
Grabbing a matching pair of black and lacy undergarments, I walk over to my open closet. As I pull my panties up resting them on my hips, I scan through my outfit choices. Fiddling with the edging of my bra I look, skimming my choices when I stop upon my little basket full of fishnets and tights.
Grabbing a pair of my bigger fishnets I throw them on careful not to rip them, setting the waistband above my naval. Then I grab a pair of my ripped light wash jeans. 'Aw they high waisted too!' I smile pulling them up seeing the sections where it's ripped open aren't too drastic or too subtle. I add a black belt and some thick chains to dangle on my hip.
Then as I put my bra on, adjusting the straps so they aren't twisted or too tight, I snatch a white short sleeved crop top. It's not too baggy, it's a little snug but it's the way I like it. Also it's not too sheer, I grab a couple rings from the small box I have inside the closet.
They're all simple silver, different widths but still pretty especially on my slender pale fingers. I put two thin ones on my left forefinger and one thicker one on my pinky, while I have a thin and bigger one on my right index. I had three thin rings on my ring finger and one thin one on my middle finger.
I look in the mirror in the closet seeing my messy hair, it's a nice fresh-out-of-sex look. I also saw my choker wasn't straight, pulling up my fingers I grab the white heart charm in its center and delicately shift it back in place where it rests in the dip of my collarbones.
Walking out finally dressed, I snatch my phone before leaving my room and walk down to the kitchen to slip on my combat boots by the windowsill by the stove. Lacing up my boot I look over at Marco.
Standing up with a coffee in one hand he grabs the now closed box in the other. He gestures to the door with his head walking away from the kitchen and past the back of the sofa in the living room.
I toss my empty bottle into the recycling bin inside the counter cabinet, trotting up past him taking both our keys off the hooks and walking out of our apartment. As he passes me I wait and shut the fort behind him, locking up. Bolting past him again I press the elevator button with my index knuckle. Satisfied when a small ding reaches our ears and the doors part, I get slightly giddy as I enter,
"Carper Groove drive, here we come."