Marcy's Playground 11 by loyalsock
Date: 5/30/2017,
Categories:
First Time
Author: loyalsock
... and that packet came for you." My mother pointed to the table. Big manila envelope. She grabbed her keys off the hook and left. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Haven't told her about banging Mr. Beautiful yet?" "Gugh." "You might want to tell them, because your 'getting busy glow' is going to show." Bevvie started singing, a mash-up mix of tunes. " 'Your love is like a love song, ba-bay. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? Voulez-vous with the cute-p*o. Hot down, summer in the city. Summer lovin' happened so fast.' " "Shut up, Bevvie. Pretty soon you'll be singing the k**s' taunt K-I-S-S-I-N-G." "That's next on my list. Oh wait, let me think. 'I got a brand new pair of roller skates, you got a brand new key.' " "You're gross, Bevvie. I didn't even know that song was about sex." "What about this one, 'Pull up to the bumper, ba-by.' " I blinked. "What?" she asked. I'd never heard the song, but all of a sudden I had a feeling it had a meaning she didn't realize. Like maybe it was one of Evan's favorites. "Nothing," I said. "So I'm guessing you haven't told your units about Jean-Luc." "Yeah, hell no. You're lucky I even told you." "You didn't tell me, I guessed." "Nosy snot," I mumbled under my breath. "What was that?" "You do that a lot," I said. "So what's in the package?" "Huh?" Bevvie pointed to the envelope on the table. I looked at ...
... it. The return address was from Emory University. I ripped it open. It was a huge amount of info, but there was one thing I was scanning for. "I got into that new program," I said. "The freshman honors psychology path promise." "That's great." "Yeah, but it says here those students have to arrive three days before regular freshman orientation. That means they want me down there on August 18th." "That's like, two and half weeks from now." "I can't leave now, I'm just getting started." Bevvie looked at me. "I can't do the program. I can't." Bevvie rolled her lips into a thin line. She crossed her arms over her ample chest. "I'm not sure I can even go away. I'll apply to community college here. After a year I can—" "You are so not going to throw your life away over a guy. Even if he is like, off the hot-o-meter." "I'm not—" "Marce." I sighed. She was right. But shit. "Bevvie? What am I going to do?" She raised one big shoulder in a jerky shrug. "You'll long distance it, I guess." "Jean-Luc isn't going to want to do that," I said. "You don't know that," she said. "You don't get it," I said. "He's not like..." I let my sentence trail into nothing. I was going to say he's not like normal guys you meet in normal places. "He's not like what?" "I don't know. Everyone knows long distance relationships don't work anyway." "Marcy," ...