Loving Mary Watson

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It was raining one day when all this shit happened...

And when I said SHIT, I meant a good kind of shit.

Walking down the sidewalk, wearing my favorite jeans and gray hoodie, I was trying to light a cigarette. I know I have to work tomorrow on Chelsea's top-down—when Jeff and I knew there was nothing wrong with it. She wants to watch me fiddle with the car engine acting oblivious, and I can't even stop myself from the internal cringe. I know I sound gay.

Yes, Chelsea's hot, but I was done with her a couple of days ago. I also want to focus on school, hoping I could do some review before summer ends. But I've got better things to do, like, my first option's to head to the best and only bar in town. I threw my cigarette on the pavement when it started pouring.

My clothes are soaking wet, and I tried to ignore the cold. It's sticky, and I feel icky inside. I want to take my shirt off. Nevertheless, I was hoping to have a nice cold drink, but shit happens, so I opt for a warm one instead. Mikey was on his way; he texted, and I hope he gets there first. Because when I do, I always pay for our shots. He enjoys it, and I don't.

I hurry inside the door, making a loud creaking noise, but it is unnoticeable by folks here because of the harsh sound of the rain. Big guy Ben nods at me though as he raises his hand with a mug of foamy beer. A form of his greeting.

I stomp my feet twice, hoping to get rid of the dirt before heading to the bar. I don't see the black-haired Mikey there. Only a couple of patrons and some ladies sipped their drinks.

Fuck Mikey.

I lost. Drinks on me again. This is usually what happens when I am letting my urge for alcohol take me.

"Hey, Ellie! Mikey comin'?" Leo, the bartender, asked. "Yeah," I answer, pissed.

He nods, and he must have taken a hint at what I want to drink. He shuffles at his workplace and prepares it. I'd have to wait for Mikey, but I'd be lucky if he'd go ninja on me. All this booze will be in my system, and I would be happy because, hey, I pay for this. I am selfish when it comes to this; it's just that I lost, so I have to share it with my little piece of sh*t of a friend.

I roam my eyes to my right and notice a new girl, downing a shot of her tequila and alone. She was expressionless when she drank it.

"Here you go." He slides the shots in front of me, and I nod my head to the girl.

"I've never seen her here before."

"Yeah, she's been here for an hour and been drinking twelve shots. Still up as my mom at three in the morning." His hand lingers on his beard. Hell, I know his mom's dead for like four years ago. "Three guys tried to hit on her—including me—she ain't interested. Try and talk," he adds with a sly smirk on his face. He's challenging me? Like I lost in this kind of game. I glare at him, eyeing the drinks in front of me; my brows shoot upwards, signaling him. And he rolls his eyes. I stood up, up for the challenge, and my eyes flickered to the girl beside me.

I study her sad face. Her dark eyes focused on her glass. Manicured nails circled the smooth rim. Before I knew it, I was beside her. She isn't moving at all. She didn't even spare me a glance.

"Hi," I greeted. She looks up at me, confused, and I'm pretty sure she's beautiful, and even more beautiful if you can see her by natural lighting. Big, dark eyes stare through me, and I ask myself if she finds me attractive too sporting this cool, new, soaked hoodie.

Bet she wants some company. Girls like her, alone in a bar, just want to have a good fuck. She's going to be lucky tonight.

"I'm Ellie," I offer my cold hand, which she ignores. Damn. I want to know if her hands are warm.

"Fuck off," she says. Feisty.

I put my hands up, "Woah, woah, woah! Rude much? What's got your pants in a twist, ha?"

She just glared at me, and I think I have to plan my funeral right away. Her looks can kill. I want to try to push her buttons and see what I get. I'd be lucky too if I got her later.

"I'm just curious because I've never seen you before. Here on vacation or something?"

"Ha! I wish!" She chuckles with sarcasm. She takes another sip of her drink, and I smile at her.

"So...work?"

"Go bother someone else." Her voice screams not interested, but I want to see her reactions more.

"You see, I've already been bothering these people here for ten years. I think that's enough. I just saw you're a new face; I just want to have a nice conversation, and knowing you've been here for hours may seem stalkerish, but this is a small town with too many good and also bad people. This is a bar you're in; you know people here want to get drunk, and drunk people tend to do shitty things. So if you talk to me then maybe you could avoid the worse. My reputation here seems to fuck assholes off." I rumble. I shouldn't be saying things like this and forcing myself to talk to a beautiful girl when she doesn't want to do anything with me. But Leo's challenge gives me enough encouragement to go on. I've had girls on their knees at my feet every time. This girl shouldn't bother me much.

"Shit. Sorry. I can't just stop myself," I added.

"So you're resident here?" She asks while nodding her head, and I smile, knowing I fully got her attention now.

"All my life."

"Cool. But aren't you here to get yourself drunk?" She motions her hand to my shots.

"Yeah, but I'm regular here and I know my limits. Half is for my friend who ditched me. But since he's not coming, I guess we could share his part. If you like? No, I mean, no, fuck. Okay, I'll back off now. I'll be right there staring straight at you, and you can yell if someone bothers you." I stand up, ready to leave. Why am I stuttering? I haven't even drunk another shot, and I feel like such a complete fool in front of a strange, beautiful girl. I act like a drunk person.

A hand grabs my arm, stopping me, and I look at her, puzzled.

"Are you telling me it's okay for me to accompany you?" She nods, and I finally offer my hands again.

"Elliot." I'm glad she took it with her soft hands. It feels amazing.

"M-m-ia."

"Nice name," I comment, and she rolls her eyes.

"Thanks?"

"So what kind of job brings you here?"

"Oh, no, never mind." She drinks another shot, and I urge her to tell me.

"No, it's alright. You can tell me."

"Why would I tell you? You're a stranger."

"So? You should be fine with that. I won't judge, promise. I just want to hear stories. Oh, and you already know my name. It hurts you still think I'm a stranger." I fake a hurt, patting my chest a bit. And a smirk forms on my mouth when I notice her sigh. I am relieved that she is about to open up, even though we're strangers.

"Are you always like this to newcomers, Ellie?" She asks with a soft voice. Her voice and my name linger on her tongue longer than I expected. Wtf. What can I say? I am so turned on by the way she does it.

She leaned her body on the table with her hand and elbow supporting her head. I also think I need support. My limbs might detach just looking at her. Her hair drops on her shoulder, and she looks so damn good.

"It was my boyfriend." She breathes in a huge amount of air before continuing.

Oh. Here you go. She has a boyfriend!

"To make it short... I was assigned here, my job, I mean. So we bought a house, but before we moved in, I found out about my sister and him having an affair. My sister got pregnant; it turns out he was the father. Our dreams and plans are all gone. But I am still here. Continuing my journey alone...without him. I think I should get a new haircut. No, fuck. I shouldn't be saying my girly wimps on you." She smiles breathtakingly, allowing me to get a glimpse of heaven. Fuck. Maybe the heavy drinks were kicking in. I can't let that get to me. And it's alright to tell me all your girly wimps, babe; I got you.

"So what's your story, Ellie?" Her tongue caressed my name so gently. Like a feather hitting my face. I love how it sounds. God. I barely know this woman; I don't even know her full name, her age, or what color she likes. But the more I talk to her, the more I want to take her right here, right now.

"I-I am working... Fix... Cars..." I stutter while staring at her chocolate eyes.

"Really? That's great. It's cool to be working on cars, I mean. I like men with skills." She scoots closer, and I did the same. "How old are you anyway?"

"One...I mean..Twenty-one." Why am I stuttering like fuck? I never stutter in front of girls. Believe me. Never. Maybe because I wasn't lying. I always lie to all the girls I meet at the club or the bar. I am twenty-one, but I tell them I'm twenty-eight or something and that I was married so they won't come looking for me. It turned out to be my greatest escape—not with this girl though.

I hope she's not a minor because she doesn't look like one. From her looks, she could be in her late twenties and late thirties or something.

"Pfft. You're lying," she stated, and I shake my head in answer, telling her that I was telling the truth. "Are you sure you're twenty-one?"

"Yeah." My hands travel on her shoulders. I can feel her shoulder tense at my hands. She's wearing a leather jacket; I never noticed. Maybe because I was too focused on her face. She flinches, and I know I made a little spark in her too, like what she does to me. I hope that spark was good enough for her to warm up to me.

"You wanna go somewhere else?" she asked, and I can't, won't, never say NO to her. So I placed a few bucks to Leo and waved him off before taking Mia's hands and leading her the way. She stops in her tracks when we reach the lot.

"Wait, I have my car over there," she points to the parking lot.

"Can you drive? Or.. never mind..we can leave it there, right? Nobody will try to rob my poor old sedan, right?"

"No way, I'll drive. Just tell me where." I wink at her, and she giggles.

We walk a little bit, and when we reach her car, she throws me the key, and luckily I catch it. She keeps touching me the whole drive. Every touch ignites a fire. I gulp as she tells me the address. It's near Mikey's house. I remember Mikey but focused on the brunette-haired babe on my side—or my lap, I think. I can feel her weight on me.

"Just park right there; I don't care." I obey as she says, and before we got out, she was on my lap, straddling me. She kisses my neck and groans. I am super turned in right now. Fuck. I nibble her jaw before settling on her pink lips. Sparks ignite when our lips touch.

I couldn't help myself, so I got us out of the car immediately and into her porch. Carrying her as she wraps her legs around my hips. The feeling of her body on me lights me up; what more if we're naked?

Can't wait.

"Red key," she mutters as she bites my bottom lip. I can't see which key. I cannot focus on which key to put in, so I just let the gods do the magic. And hooray! I got the right one. I pushed the door open as she unzips my hoodie.

She lets herself down from me and takes off my jacket. "Wow. You're a piece of art, Ellie." Eyes roaming on my chest.

"Can't wait to see your art too," I said, and I pulled her into my arms. Taking her clothes off.

We did it in her living room as soon as we're both naked, and I can't wait to hit the replay button. We did three more rounds before ending up in her room. Covered in sweat, I cover her naked form with my strong arms. She's asleep. I hated how I loved being with her even though we just met hours ago.

Shit. I might be screwed for real. I know I shouldn't, so after waiting for her to be asleep deeply, I creeped outside her door...



—and outside her life.