Speed Dialing

Gerard

Geez, her house was pretty clean for somebody that I presumed to live alone. How old was she again? I don’t know. She looked about sixteen though. Wouldn’t that be illegal though? Ugh, whatever.
“Hey, uh, how old are you?” I asked her as I rubbed the back of my neck while she made coffee for both of us. I had just turned twenty-six not too long ago so if she was sixteen.. I’d be in some deep shit.
“I’m twenty-four.” Marilyn stated, her pink lips making the form of a pout. “How old do I look; thirty?” She asked turning around so that we were face to face now.
I was blushing of embarrassment by this time, I could feel it. “Uh- Well- You see-“
“Out with it!” Marilyn interrupted me, tiptoeing. Geez, she was short. I then blurted it out, “You looked sixteen.”
“Ew, no way.” Marilyn made a face with her nose scrunching up and her tongue sticking out. I couldn’t help but chuckle as she did look pretty funny.
“Well, you sort of did. Your height did give it away.” I pointed out, chuckling. She was pretty easy to get along with. Hm.
“Hey! Okay, just because I stand at a four feet, ten inch height does NOT make me look sixteen!” She protested with her hands on her hips while tiptoeing.
I couldn’t help but gently push her back down, “You’re all skinny too.” I remarked.
“Okay, mister, well, you look twenty-two!” Man, she did suck at protesting though. “I’m twenty-six.” I reminded her, laughing a bit.
“Oh. Well, uh… Okay, I really have nothing.” Marilyn dropped her arms and sighed. Then the coffee machine rang, meaningher our coffee was ready.
Marilyn swiftly turned around and took out the jar of coffee and poured almost equal amounts into our mugs. She handed me one afterwards. “Well, you put what you want In it.” She shrugged after speaking and went to her mug, putting in sugar, milk, and cream.
I soon did the same and drank some, “Well, this is good.” I chuckled. With my right hand, I ruffled my hair but she stopped me.
“Stop, your hair looks fine.” She told me, laughing. I laughed along with her, “Well, you know, fine, be like that!” I myself started to pout.
“Hey, okay, just because you’re Gerard Way, doesn’t mean I have to treat you nice!”
“Oh, bitch please!” I replied, smirking.
“Hey, I have a game we should play.” Marilyn suggested, “That’s if.. you want to stay.” She looked down at this point. She seemed embarrassed by the question.
“Sure! What kind of game though?” I was a bit curious at this, seeing as I’ve been tricked into playing some weird games before. Ouija boards STILL scared the shit out of me!
“Twenty questions!” Marilyn’s voice rang out, a big grin on her face as she seemed overjoyed that I was staying.
Oh boy.