Marcus sat on the bench park bench perplexed. Various children hurtled past screaming, making their way to the playground. He had a habit of grinding his feet into the ground when nervous. Today was no exception. His sneakers were covered in a layer of dust, and were threatening to cough and choke any second.
Why can't I work out what I'm on about? Why am I feeling so mixed up? What's going on?
Marcus shook his head gently, and continued thinking.
How come I feel so alive when I'm around her? What have I done to deserve this!?!
After much thought with little results, he stood and made his way back home, nearly mowing down several people as he strode haphazardly while trying to sort himself out.
Thumbing through the clothes racks, Stella emitted a slight squeal when she stumbled across her idea of fashion perfection. After taking it from the rack she continued on, examining the store with a fine-tooth comb.
I wonder what Marcus would say...? HUH? What was that?
Stella was slightly surprised about what she had though, but then again she did suspect she had feelings for Marcus.
What a crazy guy... no fashion appreciation, but that's the same for most boys... The other day though, I don't know what happened.
Stella kept conjuring up feelings of elation and contentment, but failed to recall the elusive event properly. What she did recall was a time when Marcus said something silly to a friend and she had dropped a diary on his head. She chuckled at the thought.
Marcus circled around the kitchen like a shark, being the teenager that he was. There was nothing to be found, so he dumped himself into the couch. The phone rang, and a slightly annoyed Marcus answered it.
"Hello? Marcus here.."
"Hey! How's it going?" the voice on the other end was Stella's.
"Uh... Fine at the moment.. Marcus's stomach turned at the lie.
"That's good to hear. Would you like to have a coffee tomorrow?"
"Um... That should be OK...."
"Great! See Ya!" Stella hung up, leaving Marcus dazed and confused. He called her back, and got her immediately.
"Stella, you forgot where we're going...." Marcus reminded.
"Oh... How silly of me! I must be lost or something. Uhm.. say at Tiamo's at 4:30?"
"That... Should be fine...."
"OK... Bye!" Stella hung up as abruptly as she did before.
Stella reeled herself in, and finally realised what was going on. She decided to bide her time and see what Marcus would do.
Sitting outside "Tiamo's", the cafe, Marcus was getting slightly worried at Stella being 15 minutes late. He was numbly watching the traffic go by when he heard a voice.
"Marcus" Stella said slowly.
Marcus jumped slightly, and Stella settled herself into the chair.
"Hey..." Marcus said softly.
"What coffee do you like?"
"Long black, you?"
"Cappuccino."
"Stella, the other day--" He noticed the waitress looking expectantly at them both.
"A Long black and a Cappuccino, thanks!" Stella ordered, and gave a flashing smile.
Still puzzled, Marcus paused a time and asked "Stella, what--"
He was stopped as she leaned over, and planted a small kiss on his lips.
Ahhh! That's what it was!