Speed Dialing

Gerard

“Okay, first of all bitch,” Marilyn began, “Batman could kick your ass anytime ANYWHERE.”
I scoffed, “Okay, that’s a major lie right there. I could just deafen AND blind him with my horrible singing and not so great looks.” I told her, chuckling after wards.
Marilyn gasped obviously surprised by what I said, “Are you serious!? Well, you could kick Batman’s ass, but not like that! Gerard, you’re the ultimate opposite of those adjectives.”
“Whatever you say.” I told her and grinned at the compliments. I think that might have been the first time she’s ever basically said that kind of stuff to me in our three month friendship.
“I’m serious!” She stated and I laughed at her protesting like tone.
“Okay, okay, I believe you!” I replied, groaning shortly afterwards. “Geez, you.. you..” I mumbled as I tried to figure out what I could call her. She wasn’t a bitch, I’d never call her that even if I was joking. It just wasn’t in me. I then grinned and spoke, “I got it! You stubborn mule!” I laughed.
“Oh, thanks, Gee! You make me feel so good inside.”Marilyn sarcastically replied, giggling herself afterwards.
“I know I do. What’re you doing?” I asked her, bucking my hips up as I tried to take my lighter out. I took the familiar lighter out and then put the phone down. I quickly pressed the button to put the call on speakerphone and then took out my cigarette pack and lit one up.
“Uh, nothing.” Marilyn plainly stated, sighing after wards. She then asked, “Gee, what’re YOU doing?”
“Smoking and lying down on the bed.” I told her, taking a drag of my cigarette before pulling it out of my mouth.
“Oh.” Marilyn told me before she never really liked me smoking and I understood that, so she was probably just a bit on the disappointed side.
“We’re going to San Francisco again soon.” I told her, trying to make her a bit more on the cheerful side. I know we had only known each other for three months, but I had kind of grown attached to her. I mean, I’d protect her if anything happened to her. I’d do anything for her- shit, does this mean I like her? I was never too well with girls, obviously.
“Why?” Marilyn asked, surprise found in the tone of her voice. I couldn’t help but laugh, “Well, duh, we’re gonna perform, silly!” I told her. If she was right next to me I would have gently bopped her on the head.
“I knew that!” Marilyn protested again but giggled after wards. Damn, what was it with that giggle that just made me smile like a moron!? I hadn’t acted like this since.. well, that lame crush I had in high school.
“Suree, you do. Anyways, are you going to go?” I asked her, honestly just wondering if she would go. I had a feeling she would go and that made me a bit more glad about this whole extra concert.
“Good. I’m sending you tickets by the way.” I told her bluntly, grinning widely at this point. “Oh, Mr. Way, what for?” Marilyn asked me as she put on a Southern accent. I couldn’t help but laugh at this because it was just SO random and dare I say it, adorable.
“Because you’re my friend?” I answered, “So I can see you again anyway. That’s what friends do, remember?” That was kind of a lie. No, not the whole, “we’re friends” deal, that was all real. The lying part was I was sending her tickets and a basic premium backstage access card because I wanted to see her.
I didn’t know what was wrong with me! I was fighting with myself on this whole “I think I like her” business. I might like her for many reasons. Marilyn is a different kind of a girl. I mean, she’s spunky, adorable, random, and ugh, I don’t know! The other side of me didn’t want to because I knew I would hardly see her EVER. I'm not really into the whole long distance relationship deal.
I might as well enjoy the time with her while I can. Maybe when I see her this whole business will settle down and I’ll decide if I like her or not.
I hope this just doesn’t crash and burn.