(Two Days Later) Marco Fernando Jr. woke up on Thursday morning and went into the kitchen to rummage through the fridge. Leaning against the icebox, he rummaged through what was available. Seeing that there was none, he grinned and opened the freezer, it was also bare, empty. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he closed the fridge and thought about what to eat. He didn't have much money, considering the fact that after paying his rent for the month, and the month he was going to spend here, he was able to buy a round trip plane ticket, leaving enough to rent a car. He was an idiot for paying two thousand pesos for the car for the whole week and insurance that cost extra to cover. Now as he thought about it, he could have taken a jeep to SM supermarket, He made a mental note to file it away for the next time he visited. Sighing, he looked at the clock. It was half past seven in the morning, he still had plenty of time to get to the store and back. Running up to his room, he opened the cl
Hershey turned on the radio in the car, to the nearest soul R&B station. A Celine Dion song is playing. Her smooth sweet deep voice always seemed to calm Hershey. Celine Dion has to be her absolute favorite, and Toni Braxton too. It seems as she got older, her taste in music changed more. When she was young, all she listened to was hip-hop. After her best friend Stacy died in seventh grade, she drifted into more soulful ballads and now, as an adult, she's completely into soul, including some old jazz sounds. Sighing, Hershey stopped at the traffic lights, when it turned green, she continued driving towards her house. After opening the door, Hershey looked over at her nineteen-year-old sister, who had been studying with her for the past year at the local community college. She will go for an Associate degree in Business first and then go back to school to get a degree in fashion management. "Get up and help me with the groceries Vicki!" "I don't recall Mom asking you to buy the who
Marc Junior raised an eyebrow in alarm. He reached out for her hand, ignoring the vigorous flow of blood at just one touch. "What are you doing?" She quarried, her eyes darting between him and her hand frantically. She was slowly pulled to where he was standing. She followed. It was the only reaction her pounding heart and dry mouth allowed. When she was nestled in between his legs, he whispered, "Sit down Chocolate." Her body immediately obeyed what she wanted to deny. A drop on his knee and he was kneeling in front of her. She avoided looking at his eyes. He touched her chin, "Chocolate, please, look at me."His voice was mixed with emotion. Hershey's eyes widened at him. She stared at the shiny dark emeralds in awe. Why do they have to be beautiful? "What are you jealous of?" She shrugged. "It's not that important." Marc Junior tasted it,"If it bothers you, eh." Hershey sighed, "Whatever." Marc Junior smiled, "Do you want me to be alone for a while?" Marco teased. Hershey's
Over the next two weeks, Marc Junior and Hershey got to know each other again. Their past was gradually dominated by trust and love. Marc changed the date of his ticket back to Shanghai, China for a week's extension, just so he wouldn't have to leave so early. Marc Junior knew he wanted to come back, but there were a lot of loose ends to tie up in Shanghai. Said goodbye to Andrew and Tanya, as well as working at his job, with the apartment, he had to do something. On Tuesday night in the office, Hershey was sitting on top of her desk, legs crossed, wearing a three piece blue and beige suit. The beige blazer is covered with a sky blue quarter sleeve blouse underneath. The beige skirt she was wearing was knee-length, but when she sat down, the skirt slipped down to mid-thigh. She yanks pieces of paper from her printer and shoots them through the ring. There was a knock on the door, she thought it was Tyler, coming in to gossip about the incompetent staff, which she somehow always got.
Hershey's gaze shifted to the clock above the television. She couldn't believe it was only nine o'clock. Her eyes remained on the clock, feeling uneasy as the large hand ticked closer to her appointed departure time. She wanted to make sure everyone was in the house sleeping, before she headed over to Marc Junior's house. Every time she thought of the scene that happened between her and Marc Junior, she had to close her legs tightly to relieve the pain that was forcing her inside. She tried not to think about the feeling of his tongue sliding over her, but it wasn't happening. Her mind went against her will, thinking about what happened two days ago. It was the longest two days of her life. When she first entered the house, she decided to ignore what he said, he must be strong enough to overcome what happened. He was sixteen years old that he was, his hormones weren't a raging symphony like they used to be, at least that's what he thought. She's been proven wrong on more than one o
"This is silly, Marc. Absolutely insane. What stupid person would do this? I don't even know if you'll come back, when you come back to Shanghai. We're not in a relationship. Shit, I shouldn't be like high school girl." Marc Junior laughed, his eyes twinkling, "You're twenty years old Hershey." "Yeah, so? I'll be twenty one in November. I'm old enough not to be making these mistakes." "What a mistake?" Marc Junior caught it, a pained expression in his eyes. Hershey put her hands to his face, sighed and then lowered them, her expression sad. "I'm not saying you're a mistake Marc. I just don't want to do something I'll live to regret." Marc held her hand to his face, "So, you think you'll regret this?" "Yes, it's too early, I'll regret it." She whispered. Marc Junior looked into her eyes again and said, "Why?" "Because, we're not together anymore. We're not in a committed relationship." "Who said we wouldn't be, Hershey?" "Well, we can't. You're going to Shanghai in a few week
Birds chirped at the open window, while a gentle breeze ruffled the curtains. Marc Junior sat there with Hershey sleeping in his arms. He smiled and thought he looked like her in high-school. The way her body seemed to curl around him, like a cat. He brushed some of her hair from her forehead, only to see her closed lids and relaxed mouth as she slept peacefully. He couldn't understand how he didn't snore. How his body seemed to move together in unison whenever she slept. His eyes dropped to her chest as he watched her take a deep breath and then exhale. Her chest rises and falls with every move she makes. Reaching out, he slid his thumb and forefinger over her and took the small bud in his fingers. When he did, he let the gentle movement of her chest slide over his fingers. The bud immediately shriveled. Marc Junior sighed as he twirled his thumb around until it tightened around his finger. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life. Leaving her chest alone, he ran h
Marco Junior felt a pain in his heart that was not like before. It came down on him in that moment like a tidal wave crushing the smallest of sea creatures. Grabbing Hershey's shoulders, he spun her around her, pulling her into his arms. Reigning kisses all over her head, cheeks and face, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Chocolate. I'm so sorry." She felt his wrap around her tightly, her body shaking with sobs, releasing everything she'd been hiding for the past two years. Dear diary, I'm crying a lot now. Harder than ever in the last two years. I thought I was done with those tears, but not yet. I saved them before. Ironically enough, because I hadn't seen him in two years, I felt closer to him than the last time we were together. I'm glad I had the chance to do that, because she's so sweet. He held me and apologized the whole time. When I finally stopped crying, we talked about why I was crying and then we talked about the house and why I kept it so clean. Things like that. By the time