Saya

The second I sat in the car my phone pinged, I checked the notification and saw that Marcus had sent me his address. My already permanent smile grew even more, I'm so ready to spend some time with him.

I put his coordinates, as I liked to call them, into the GPS and started on my way to his house. My car sprang to life as my premade playlist began to play through the speakers. Sage the Gemini's voice filled my ears as I sang along to the lyrics, dancing to the beat.

Marcus had only lived about twenty minutes away from me. He lived in a gated community, from what I could see from behind that gat the houses looked like castles. I pulled up to a small booth where a man sat looking bored out of his mind.

He wore a black jumpsuit a name engraved into his clothes as he stared off into space. A pool of sweat covered his bald, greasy head. The wrinkles on his skin added aged to his pale complexion. He seemed to be no older than thirty but looked as if he was close to hitting fifty.

"Hello ma'am, welcome to NorthWest Estates. Do you have a visitor's pass?" The man asked turning to type something into the computer.

"No, sorry I don't have a visitor's pass. I came to visit a friend," I know very well I did not drive up here to not get into this Estate.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I can't-" the phone beside him rang causing him to pause and pick it up.

I sat back in my seat I'm hoping I can get into this Estate if I jump the fence and run as fast as I can make it in and hide before-

"Excuse me, ma'am?" My head snapped up, startled at the voice interrupting my thoughts.

"Yes, you know you don't have to call me ma'am. My name is Saya," I shot him a smile, his face still held the same bored expression.

"It is company policy that I call you ma'am, but besides that, a young man has called to let you in." Before I could respond, the gates slid open. I drove through the spacious neighborhood.

Each house had to be at least five or six stories. I looked around the house numbers trying to find Marcus's house, mansion I should say. After about ten minutes of looking, I finally found his 'mansion'. I pulled into the long, intricate, driveway leading into the house. I parked in one of the open spaces and stepped out. I circled my car on the way to the front door.

I took a deep breath before ringing to the doorbell to the large house. Feeling poorer with every second that I stood in front of the house. A few seconds later, Marcus opened the door. He stood in grey joggers and a muscle tee. "Hi Saya, was your drive up here ok?" he moved to the side letting inside his home, my breath caught in my throat. I'm tryna figure out if it is for the clothes he has on or the size of the house from the inside.

"The drive was fine, thank you. Damn, Marcus, you stay looking fine," he blushed and turned away from me.

I giggled a moved in front of him. "So what do you want to do?"

"We can watch a movie in the theater if you want," he responded.

"You have your own theater?!"

He chuckled before walking into a long hallway.

"It's this way, c' mon," I followed him through the house, like a little kid walking through a candy store. We finally made our way into the theater.

The room looked like a small movie theater. The walls were dark brown wood, sound enhancers circled the room. The large TV was almost the size of the wall giving the movie theater effect. The bottom floor of the chairs was a huge couch that stretched out like a bed. The black couch sat with a folded black fur blanket.

The next two steps of chairs were miniature versions of the giant couch on the bottom. There were three to each room, making this room the perfect place for an amazing hangout. On the left side of the top stair to the theater was a cute little concession booth.

Matching the aesthetic of the room.

"Damn," I whisper under my breath. I walked towards the large couch on the bottom and almost cried at how soft the cushions were. "Oh my, I could lay here forever," I heard Marcus chuckle from across the room.

The giant screen sprang to life. "What do you want to watch?" he asked, my eyes brighten as I said my favorite movie of all time.

"Tarzan," he face shook in amusement. "What? what's wrong with Tarzan?" I exclaimed sitting up.

"Oh nothing, I didn't take you for a Tarzan type of girl," I giggled before laying down again.

"I love everything about the movie, it's so cute and the music is so good!" I glanced at the screen as he searched up Tarzan on Netflix. The movie started playing and my excitement levels spiked, Marcus went and sat in the seat behind me. Breaking my focus on the movie I turned to where he sat in disgust.

"Marcus," I called.

"Hmm," he replied staring while his eyes stayed locked on the screen.

"What the freak are you doing?" I asked with an innocent voice. His eyes snapped to mine immediately.

"Umm, I'm watching Tarzan?" He wasn't catching my drift.

"Yeah, I see that, but why are you sitting up there?" a small blush crept to his cheeks, even in the darkness I could see his face turning red.

"I have all this couch, bed, contraption thing to myself come sit next to me. It will be more fun this way anyway," he slowly, but surely made his way down the couch and sat next to me.

We sat awkwardly for most of the movie. My attention was 100% on the movie, but I still caught the glances Marcus would send my way. Even when he thought I wasn't paying attention. His eyes would be on me every time I moved or began to sing along to the lyrics of the songs, a soft smirk on his face as I did so. After the movie had finished we decided to watch Gravity Falls.

"I haven't watched this show in the longest," I said aloud as the loading screen came up.

"Yeah same, this used to be one of my favorite shows," he began to talk more about the show.

"Really?" I turned my body to face him. "When this show was new, I used to sit up in my room watching episodes then researching about them."

I saw an amused expression spread across his face, I felt a blush creep up my face. I pulled the blanket a little bit over my face in response.

"I was a weird kid, don't judge me." My voiced cracked in embarrassment.

He chuckled softly but continued watching. I've noticed that he bites his lip whenever he was thinking or focused on something. It drives me insane. My eyes went down from his sexy ass face and down to his clothes. The black muscle tee he was wearing gave me a little peek at some wonderful tight abs. I can only imagine after a hot shower and his abs are sparkling in the light from the water.

Jesus, I need my mind cleansed. ASAP no Rocky. My eyes trailed down even lower to his grey joggers, I know in my heart that he wore them on purpose. I know in my soul that his d-

"Saya? Are you listening?" Marcus asked as he shook my shoulder breaking me out of my daze.

"Huh, um yeah I was listening," I lied through my teeth and readjusted myself in my seat.

"Sure you were, the whole time you were staring at me," I subconsciously moved closer to where he sat.

"In my defense, you look extra fine today so I had to give you the attention that you deserve," I blush crept up his cheeks.

"See, you're irresistible," I heard the theme song start playing and turned to the TV. I laid across his chest and kept my gaze on the screen.

I felt his body tense from underneath me. "Relax, it looked like you were comfy so I wanted to test my theory and I was correct." I felt his body relax as a smile rose on my face. "You're gonna have to get used to this now. You're too soft and comfy to ever let go," a genuine laugh filled the room before we continued watching.

My phone ringing snatched me right out of my slumber, I don't even remember falling asleep. I grabbed it from my pocket groggily before picking up the call. "Hello?"

"Saya Princess Schmidt! Are you aware of the time?!" My mom's voice roared through the phone.

I glanced at the time and it was past midnight, my eyes widen at this fact I tried to get up as my mom yelled through the phone. A tight grip around my body stopped me from moving, I didn't even notice the tight grip on me.

My mom hung up the phone showing how mad she was at me. Trying to move away from Marcus was doing nothing for me. Every time I made the slightest movement, he increased his grip. Not that I was complaining, but I need to get back home before my mother sent me to an early grave.

I tried once more to slide off Marcus's body, but he responded by pulling my body even closer to his. This boy for real had a firm grip on my ass. My breath hitched at the feeling of his hand on my butt.

I shook Marcus a little trying to wake him the best that I could. "Marcus, Marcus wake up!" his eyes opened, but his grip on the various parts of my body did not waiver. "Hey Marcus, my mom wants me home so it would be great if you released your grip on my ass," I said with a growing smirk on my face.

His eyes widen as he let go almost immediately. "I'm sorry Saya, I-" I laughed while gathering myself in front of where he sat.

"It's fine, if you wanted me then you could have told me," I sent him a wink and turned to leave. I didn't even have to look to see his blush.

"It's- um, I-" he started.

"Goodnight Marcus," I whispered, I turned back towards him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.