It had been a few weeks, and in the same way Marcus would do research on a project or the competition he went to work on his plan to make Lisa finally want him. It was going to be the hardest thing he’d ever done. A man who had killed people. Watched fear in the eyes of men and women as he walked by them. Yet he was absolutely terrified of what he was about to do. It was the one thing he knew he might actually not have the ability to do. And that was scary to process.
He had grilled Lisa about so many things that she had been doing a lot of laughing at him. He actually enjoyed being with her in a much more vulnerable place than he did when he was taking his original approach. It was lighter—more fun. Completely free of the underlying tension of hopes she would finally let him stick his penis inside her. If he was really honest, removing that from the equation was proving to show just how much he really liked her.
Another added bonus was taking the day off for real. He wasn’t going to answer any calls unless it was an emergency. That basically meant it had to be a betrayal of epic proportions. Simple stuff was not enough. So here he was, driving up to a house that was in a serious need of a facelift. The only redeeming quality was the massive plot of land. Unfortunately, it wasn’t exactly beautiful either. Maybe Lisa would let him fix it up. There was no way she was going to be able to afford this on a cashier’s budget.
When she greeted him at the door, she had that smile on her that he loved so much. She called Arumand. And the smirk on her face never left. She almost looked like she was challenging him, in a playful sort of way. Lisa was oddly entertained about what was about to go down.
“It’s you?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“Well, this birthday just got worse.” Arumand was clearly unimpressed. Marcus just sucked it up and dealt with it. Couldn’t turn back now.
“He’s taking you out for your birthday.”
“Really?” Arumand gave him the most sceptical look of disbelief Marcus had ever seen. This boy had a way with brutal honesty that could be unnerving. He just hoped he didn’t back that look up with a comment.
“You hate children. Other than having sex with my mom why would you put up with me? You don’t even know my name.”
“I know your name.”
“Now ’cause you need it. But you haven’t used it once in two to three years.”
This kid. Lisa was doing her best not to chuckle. Marcus glared at her. Arumand dutifully went and got in the truck. Marcus took one more look at Lisa before leaving. This was going to be one scary day.
***
“So how did it go?”
“Honestly, I don’t know,” Marcus said as he sat down at the kitchen table. Arumand went to his room, grabbed a book and a sketch pad and then returned to the living room couch.
“Really?” Lisa said, rather amused.
“He’s so different. Nothing like most boys I come in contact with.”
“How so?”
“He’s quiet—mostly. But when he opens his mouth the things he says are fairly accurate and don’t have much of that quirky honestyI hear so much about with kids.”
“Did he attack or insult you?”
“No…” Marcus wasn’t quite sure where this was going.
“Then you did really well.”
“You think?”
“Did you have a good time with Marcus, Arumand?” She shouted to him in the livingroom.
“It was okay!”
“Would you do it again?”
“Whatever!”
“Yup, you did good. You’ll figure it out eventually.”
“Figure him out?”
“Yeah.”
“I guess. I was like shitting my pants though.”
“So it wasn’t as bad as you thought then?”
“Shit, it was worse.” The two of them laughed together. Marcus stayed a while longer before heading out. Lisa walked him to the door. And Arumand came towards the door as well.
“I like pizza.” That was kind of random. Marcus almost didn’t know what to say to him.
“Pineapple?”
“Pizza is not a desert.”
“Ah, so traditional pizza. I know the best pizza place in town.”
Marcus smiled awkwardly. Arumand seemed to be no longer interested in talking. Marcus kissed Lisa and said bye.
***
“Marcus was different.”
Lisa didn’t respond. If Arumand felt like elaborating, he would.
“Like he was actually afraid of something. It was weird.”
“Okay.” Lisa found this amusing.
“None of the other guys took me anywhere. And he’s the one who hates kids.”
“And that means?”
“I don’t know what it means. I’ll tell you after we have pizza.”
That was all she was going to get out of him that night. He had his game controller in hand and was done with chit chat. Lisa just smiled and picked up the book he was reading. It looked interesting, and it was short. Why not read it?
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