SHAPESHIFTERS
Part 7's
Bella brought Marco into one stand to have his face painted.
"What do you want to be?" ask Bella.
"Rubber!" marco answered immediately, saying the name of the animal that crossed his head, because it was said Bella earlier, without thinking about the shape and appearance of the animal linger.
"Oh, the frog prince! Did you deliberately get me to kiss you?" bella said, then laughed.
"You better just draw it now! You'll think, whether you kiss me or not!" marco replied hurriedly.
It sounds like he's joking and playing around, but actually, Marco is really saying it.
His mind began to be interested in thinking about the animal, and it was not a funny thing, if Marco was too deep in his mind, then suddenly changed into a real frog.
Bella laughed softly, then began painting on Marco's face.
In order to distract him, Marco looked at the woman who was also his childhood friend, who looked solemnly painting her face.
Bella is a beautiful woman, with pliable eyelashes, and bright blue eyes, thin pink lips look shiny, probably because of wearing lipgloss, lip gloss, with a small nose like most people.
Marco was indeed distracted from the form of animals that had been thought of by him, but now something else was passing and silent in his head.
The shadow of the woman's body shape in the river, by pairing Bella's face there, is enough to make Marco feel tense.
His heart felt racing.
Marco wants to touch the woman in front of him now.
Not just kissing his lips, Marco wanted to vent his stifled prowess.
Marco clenched his hands together, as hard as he could.
It's really hard to control the mind about something like that.
If only he had not tried to see these women at such a close distance, then something like this would never have happened.
Damnit damnit!
Fucking Shit!
What a stupid snob!
"Is something wrong?" bella asked with furrowed brows.
Bella's question could have awakened Marco.
"none. Why?" Marco asked back, holding himself back to keep looking calm.
"Your face is pale! Are you sick?" bella asked, touching Marco's forehead, with the back of her hand.
"Oh... My stomach feels a little uncomfortable." replied Marco reasoned.
"A little bit?" ask Bella.
"Yes. Just a little bit, maybe because of the coffee I had this afternoon" Marco replied.
"Is it really okay?" ask Bella again, as if to be sure.
"Yes. I'm fine" replied Marco.
"Oh... Okay fine! Can I continue with the picture? A little more done!" said Bella.
"Yes" answered Marco.
Bella then goes on to sweep a small brush across Marco's face.
Occasionally, Bella blows the paint on Marco's face with a very close distance.
There was a sense of excessive tension, becoming-so and disrupting all neural performance, which connected all of his brain tissue.
Marco lost control.
"I'll go home first!" marco said, standing up, then walking away leaving behind Bella who seemed confused to see him.
Marco hastily stepped his feet wide, in order to quickly reach his parked car.
It would be better if Marco went home now.
After the engine of the car is turned on, and the gear is inserted, the steering wheel is turned quickly to turn around on the road.
Marco drove his car at high speed.
A glass of water was taken straight from the tap, gulped it down, and almost slammed the empty glass onto the floor.
Marco was really frustrated.
Just because it was a few minutes in the river, messing up the day, until tonight.
I don't know what Bella would think of him.
Surely Marco gelagat in the city earlier, will make it look more strange in the eyes of people, especially in the eyes of Bella.
In fact, Bella could be his friend, although Marco will not tell anything about him, about what he can do.
At the very least, they could talk about other things, either about their friends, or just joking.
It felt like Marco could have set boundaries as friends, like they were both kids, if not for the influence of a crazy mind, wanting to touch every part of the woman's body.
Like that, Marco really missed the opportunity to get a conversation partner, and reduced his loneliness.
It happened, yes it has.
Marco lit a fireplace, then sat down in front of it to warm his body, after washing the paint off his face.
Tomorrow, upon his return from the woods, Marco plans to try visiting Sister Martha, who is now being nursed near an orphanage.
Mana knows, for the umpteenth time he's been there for the last few years, then Marco can be allowed to meet Sister Martha.
If Marco still can't see him tomorrow, he won't just give up, as long as Marco and Sister Martha are alive, he will still try to meet him.
The burning wood fire produced enough heat to warm one room in the house.
The jacket Marco wore earlier, he removed it and placed it on a chair.
Marco still felt lazy to go to his room and change clothes.
While still wearing his shirt and jeans, Marco enjoyed his solitude in front of the fireplace.
For a long time, Marco sat staring at the flames in front of him, as the sound of knocking on the front door of the house, making him stand up from the floor.
It's really unusual if someone comes to visit him there.
Marco walked to the door, and opened the door he had locked.
Bella who smiled sweetly, was standing in front of the door, holding the old baking sheet of pumpkin pie owned by Marco earlier.
While next to his hand, again was carrying a package, which I don't know what it contained.
Marco, who had calmed down a lot, opened the door for Bella.
"Please enter!" take Marco with you, shifting sideways, so that Bella can get through the door of her house.
"Is your stomach better?" asked Bella, who walked slowly up to the fireplace.
"Yes" answered Marco.
Bella puts a clean pie pan into Marco's kitchen cabinet, then opens the package she carries on the table.
"You didn't get to taste anything" Bella said.
"It! Eaten with me!" continued Bella.
Marco, who had been standing before looking at Bella's movements, still stood still in his place.
"Am I bothering you?" ask Bella.
Marco then walked over to the table, where Bella was standing.
"Hmmm... No. gabe. Please sit!" marco said, then sat on one of the chairs opposite to where Bella sat, after being invited by Marco.
"Why do you need to bring food here? Isn't the celebration still going on?" ask Marco wonder.
"Hmmm... I just feel bored" replied Bella.
"I thought, if I was chatting with you, there might be something more interesting that I could listen to" Bella continued, then smiled.
Marco smiled widely.
Means, it has not lost the opportunity for Marco to make friends, even if only one person.