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Meeting
The most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me was probably also the most stupid, crazy, reckless thing I’ve ever done. I had been planning that day for three weeks. I even worked an extra shift to pay for it. On the morning of, my mother even told me not to do anything I’ll regret. She suspected what I was going to do, but she let me go, nevertheless. Once I walked out that door, I hopped on the 61N shuttle bus, on my way to Cooksville GO station. I missed the first train, and cried on the steps. I was nervous. I had never been the type to do something this spontaneous, and I cried because after this experience I would never be the “good girl” in the family again. I eventually stopped, and started to get excited again about this occurrence, and I got on that shuttle train. Thirty minutes later, I was at Union Station. I walked around at first, sort of like in a daze. It amazed me how authentic and old they made this station appear. The walls were made of plaster cement! When I walked in, I saw a gigantic clock above an archway, and all around it the walls were carved in a very French-looking design. I stared at it for about a second, letting the people think I was some crazy lunatic that was obsessed with big clocks, then I bought my tickets, which cost me about $117, because they were round trip tickets. I also bought a cup of coffee, and a pack of gum for the coffee breath.
Waiting to board that train was the longest wait of my life. The train ride was the second longest. “I should probably call him. Let him know I didn’t catch the early train. He might not wait 3 hours for me,” I kept thinking in my head, but I didn’t have a cell phone, and there was no way I was paying $1.50 for the payphones. In the end, I decided to call from a payphone when I arrived there. I bought another cup of coffee, and ate the sandwich I made at home while I stared out my window waiting for that precious moment when the train speakers would utter the wondrous word “Kingston.” When they said those words, oh boy! You wouldn’t believe my butterflies. I probably shouldn’t have drunk all that coffee! I bet you the train station people have never seen anyone get off a train as fast as I did. Of course, when I got to the waiting room I wasn’t surprised to see he wasn’t there. My heart still felt like it just got dropped from the CN Tower. I walked to the payphone, dropped in two quarters, and dialed his number. Ring, ring, ring…
“Hello,” he said. His voice, oh that voice.
“Marcello!” I said.
“Angel?”
“I’m at the train station.”
“Do you have money for a cab?”
“No, I only had enough for this phone call.”
“I see…well take a cab anyways. I’ll wait in the front and pay for it.”
“Really? Okay, great! I’ll be there soon then.”
“Okay and Angel?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you. I can’t wait to finally have you in my arms.”
“I love you.” Click! I barged out of those station doors, and hopped in the front seat of the first taxi that I saw. “26 Running Field street, please.”
“Alrightie!” said the cab driver.
“How long is it going to take to get there?”
“Oh, just five minutes.”
“Five minutes! I hope I look okay!” I said as I checked myself in the mirror above me.
“You look great. So I take it you’re seeing a gentlemen.”
“That obvious?”
“Oh yeah! Seems like you haven’t seen him in a while also.”
“Oh you have no idea…” The rest of the four minutes were ridden in silence. The cab finally pulled in front of his building, and I looked out the window and I saw him standing there. I looked the other way and shrieked like the stupid school girl that I am. I had to get out of the cab eventually, so when I did I just made my way to the front door. Marcello got to me before, however, and hugged me from behind. We walked to the door like that. The trip to his bedroom was really just a big blur, but we got there and I was still acting like a stupid school girl.
“You can sit, you know,” said Marcello. I finally looked at him fully for the first time, and he looked fantastic! His brown hair was combed back in a way that I usually didn’t like, but he made it look sexy. I knew he didn’t like his hair at the moment, and he wanted to cut it. I was just glad he didn’t cut it yet. I liked guys with hair on top of their heads. He had a long narrow, oval face with a very small beard on his chin and a small mustache to match, and he made it look good! Then, I noticed that he was also only half an inch taller than me. I still loved every inch of him. Most of all, I loved his blue eyes. However, the fact that he was short made me laugh a bit.
His mother was amusing. She was the type of women who said whatever, whenever and wasn’t ashamed of it. I liked her. You’d think that he would have something special planned for us as well, but because of the snow storm we got stuck inside. We basically spent the entire day in his bed, watching movies. Actually we tried to watch movies but we ended up just talking instead, and never really paid attention to the movie playing.
“Present time!” said Marcello as he reached for something in a box kept on his alter. He came up behind me, and wrapped the necklace around my neck. As he clipped and secure the lock on the chain, I traced the pendant with my index finger. It was a beautiful cross, with purple sapphires as the arms, legs and head part and four purple diamond studs in the centre.
“It’s wonderful,” I said feeling an intense rippling happiness grip my heart.
“It matches you very well,” he said. “You know that you can never take it off, right? You know what happens if you do.” I nodded at him and smiled. There was no way I was ever taking this necklace off. It was my one and only connection to Marcello when I left. The necklace was everything to me.
“I love it,” I said to him.
It was only a quarter through the day when my mom called, looking for me. School had been cancelled and she was wondering why I wasn’t home yet. She completely freaked out on the phone.
“Why did you go there? How could you lie to me like that? How will I ever trust you again? Why, Angela, why?!”
“I’m sorry,” was all I kept repeating to her over and over again. After she calmed down, Marcello’s mom explained that I couldn’t go home tonight because of the snow storm, and the only available seats on a train was at 6 o’clock the next day. The only reason she accepted this was because she really didn’t have a choice. Once I got off the phone with her, she automatically vanished from my mind when I laid my eyes on Marcello again.
Later on, it was about half way through the day and I was still waiting for him to kiss me, like the stupid school girl that I still was! Also, I was beginning to grow fond of his room. He had a big navy blue bed that felt like lying on a cloud. He had a small TV in one corner, and his laptop on a table beside his bed. His closet was jam packed with clothes, and he had big speakers attached to his walls on the other side. There was an alter in the front of his bed, and he had a poster of wolves and another poster of a dollar bill with Scarface on it. That Scarface was just so typical Italian of him. His room was just so cluttered, and trying to describe it all is just too hard, because there were so many things in there. Marcello called it a sanctuary, and I guess you can call it that. It was just a nice room. I was still waiting for that kiss, though.
We were sitting on his bed again, he was leaned back and I leaned back on him, when he started to play with my ear a little. I didn’t do anything to stop him. Why would I? It felt good! He continued to kiss my earlobe, and then he started to trace his lips down alongside my neck. His soft sweet lips made contact with my hot skin, and a small moan escaped from my lips. He had been doing this all day, and just when I thought he would finally kiss me, he pulled away. I wasn’t going to fall for it this time, though, so I made sure I didn’t tilt my head back. There was no way I was going to look silly again. As his lips started to move further down, he also began to move in front of me, and this time he cupped the side of my face with his hand, and tilted my head back for me. “Oh my God,” were the only thought in my head as his pink lips finally touched mine. And what a kiss it was! I slowly parted my lips open for him, as he got on top of me. Each kiss was so soft, so tender. I just couldn’t believe you could feel this good from such a small, but sensual act! He even softly nibbled on my bottom lip, and that drove me crazy! He finally kissed me and it was amazing!
After that I began to relax a little. And then it finally got to night time. He wanted me to sleep with him, next to him, on his bed. That was something I never did before! I never even slept in the same bed as my dad, how could I do this with my boyfriend? It was easier than I thought it would be. It was also amazing. When I woke up that morning, he was still asleep and I couldn’t help but watch for a while. He was beautiful in a man-ish sort of way. Then I slowly got off the bed, and got my notepad and started to continue on my story. I could wake up like this every day! When he had awakened himself, we went downstairs – me still wearing his pajamas – and he cooked breakfast. He made an omelet, but he called it a casserole. I believe it was an omelet. It was basically just 3 eggs with a whole lot of stuff mixed into it. He even put potatoes in it, but it tasted good, and I ate every bite. What we did the that day was pretty much the same. We watched TV for a while, talked for a while, and kissed for a while. It was wonderful, but it had to end soon.
It was eventually getting to that time of day. Six o’clock. How I hate 6 o’clock now. I changed, and his mom drove us to the train station. It was so much smaller compared to the one in Toronto. I tried not to appear too upset about leaving. Marcello and I sat in the chairs, waiting for my time to leave, and never losing contact with each other.
“Make sure you come back,” Marcello whispered in my ear. I looked into his eyes. They were now green.
“I will.”
“I love you, Angel.”
“I love you, Marcello.”
“The train to Toronto has now arrived, please make your way to board the trains,” said the station speakers. My throat felt like it just swallowed a watermelon, whole. We got up and walked to the doors that led outside. I turned around to face him, and he looked back at me. This was just so hard; my feet were glued to the ground! Then, I rushed forward and threw my arms around his neck. I couldn’t leave, I didn’t want to leave! Oh Marcello how I’ll miss you so…
“I know, I know,” he said as he softly pushed me away. But there were no words to say. Nothing to make this easier, no way to put a smile on my face. I wouldn’t be able to walk away if he was in front of me, so he turned around and left. I stood rooted to the spot for another minute, and then I also turned and made my own to the train. I rode that train, numb with my own emotions. What I felt at that moment. Everything. Disappointment, fear, anxiousness, worry, overwhelming love for Marcello, pure happiness, excitement. I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. These were the hardest moments of my life. I eventually arrived in Toronto. I wasn’t home yet, but I wasn’t next to Marcello either. To tell you the truth, I’m still not home. My body may be back, but the rest of me was still in Kingston. The rest of me was still with him. It wasn’t until later that night when I was going through my things that I realized I also left behind my camera, scarf, blue eyeliner and coin purse. Well that’s just great! I still miss Marcello, and right away I started thinking about how I was going to see him again.
 sweet_pebbles · Sat Jun 13, 2009 @ 07:51pm · 1 Comments |
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