The Confusions Of Love - Chapter 9 Elizabeth

“You’re right,” Paul agrees, stopping to laugh and getting serious. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I should not laugh at that.

He found this fun was not the problem for me. Even because I can see the irony of it all. I got married, this fact surprised me again and would certainly continue to amaze me for a while.

“No problem,” I said.

I looked at the bed and saw a sexy, white sweater spread out on the double bed. Paul also went to bed and saw the nightgown. Without saying anything, I went to bed and grabbed my nightgown and tossed it over the armchair on the other side.

That sweater would sure look amazing on my sister. But not me, a girl with no breasts like me. That thought kind of irritated me. I do not know why she’d prepared something so revealing for tonight. Did she mean to seduce him or something? No, I answered my own question. It was just a scene. Since she intended to escape from this marriage from the beginning.

“What are you going to sleep with?” I asked, looking at his face, which hid a smile.

_ A T-shirt and sweatshirt _ pointed to the folded clothes on the table.

_ I want your T-shirt _ would be much better than I try to use that embarrassing thing, I thought.

_ Of course _ he agreed _ You can use. Do you want to use the bathroom first? “He asked politely.

_ I agree _ I agree to the toilet dragging my heavy dress and that does not fit well in me.

In the bathroom I looked in the mirror and did not recognize myself. The makeup on me was stronger than the one before. Everything to give me a more mature air, according to my mother. My sweet mother did not even take seconds to decide that I would be my sister’s substitute.

Paul’s parents seemed annoyed with all this, but in the end they accepted it too. In fact his mother seemed strangely content. I remembered the shameful conversation about sex she and I had at the salon table.

Trying to take off the dress I could not because of the blessed buttons on the shore. I would need his help, I realized. I opened the door again and looked out. Paul had settled into bed and was lying down staring at the ceiling. But he turned his face to me when I made a noise.

_ Could you …?

I did not have to finish talking, he got up and came to me. Taller than me and with those intense eyes he approached. I turned my back to him. This should not be too much for anyone but for me it was different.

I was not used to boys touching me so I was tense with cold in the belly waiting. He smelled good and was not a kid, correct me. He was older than me and more experienced, too. Could this marriage really work?

The dress became more loose and I had to hold it so that it did not pass straight to the ground. I did not move and neither did he.

“I’m going to get the shirt for you and he broke the silence moving away from me.

_ Yes the shirt_ I remembered_ Thank you.

I went back to the bathroom with the shirt and took off the wedding dress leaving it on the floor. The shirt was loose and big, it reached my thighs, I was relieved that it would not show much. I took off the makeup and my contact lenses undid my hair and let it loose.

I looked in the mirror again. I could not see right but I looked, well, how can I say? An ordinary teenager.

I left the bathroom carrying the dress with me but the room was empty. He left? No, I saw him on the balcony talking to someone on the phone. He looked a little annoyed so I kicked it was Jake on the other side.

I put the dress on with my nightgown and settled into bed with my own cell phone. Kelly and Tessa were texting me one after another. They wanted to know what I would do now. Since I did not even have an answer for that, I just hung up my cell phone and waited. Paul and I had to talk right about it all.

Paul came back inside and looked at me with a sigh.

Let’s talk, I started.

“Yes,” he agreed. “I think it’s best if we put everything in its proper place.”

He sat down at the foot of the bed.

“What happened now?” I asked. “We got married, but I have classes and I live with my parents.

_ I know. For now you can continue living with your parents if you want, “he offered.

“What if I do not want to?” I asked him. If I have the option of moving from my parents’ house I would accept it.

_ I mean_ I continued in a hurry when he did not respond_ We got married right? What will you tell people when they ask why you and I do not live together?

“That would be a good question,” he agreed. But it still did not seem right about living together. That could be a problem.

I sat quietly in mine while he thought about it. He took a deep breath. I was irritated.

“What would I have done if you had married my sister?” I asked, trying to hold back my irritation.

_ We would have, probably living together _ he looked at me doubtfully In my apartment downtown. But I did not marry your sister. I married you. That changes things a little bit right?

I had to admit, that changed everything. I was still studying and my school was on the other side of the center. A lot further than it is from my parents’ house. And I could not drive. Maybe I should go on living with my parents. That did not appeal to me at all. But that was nothing at all, I would have to wait another two years to be able to move, that has not changed.

Paul understood my silence in the wrong way.

“It’s not that I do not want to live together …”

“No, I know,” I interrupted in a hurry. “I know that. Not to mention that your home is far from school and I can not even drive. We would have to change things a lot.

The silence became embarrassing..

“Do you want to know?” Paul got up and sat down next to me, I had to adjust myself so he would sit down. “You’re coming to live with me.

_ You do not need…

_ No_ he interrupted me_ I want to. Let’s make it work. You come live with me. And I can take you to school myself. When I can not do that we hire a driver.

_ Ok_ I agreed happily. I was going to leave my parents’ house earlier than I expected, great. The possibility that I was going to live with my husband did not even seem that bad.

“Great,” he said and got up to the bathroom. I forced my eyes to focus, but it was still erased. I was angry that I did not bring my glasses. “I’m going to change.

I lay down again lying down and waited while he came back. Without a shirt and only with his sweatpants he came back to the room. Unfortunately for me I could not admire her definite body right. I’ve never been so irritated by wearing glasses and being a little blind.

He turned off the lights and lay down beside me. I sat still without moving.

“What do you expect of me at this wedding?” I asked quietly.

“What do you expect of me?” He said quietly.

I did not answer because I did not know what answer I should give to this question.

_ I do not know_ I replied at the end_ But I do not know it’s normal right? But you must know what you want.

_ One thing I’m sure_ he told me_ I do not intend to touch you. If I were not mistaken, I would be committing a crime if I did.

_ I understand _ I really should not feel disappointed about this, after all if my sister had done what it was for her to do, he would be my brother-in-law_ Do you have a girlfriend?

Did I really ask you that? Wow!

“No,” he replied, laughing. “And you have a boyfriend?”

I laughed out loud at that question. For me the possibility of having a boyfriend was really fun.

“No,” I replied, but for a second the face of Greg Timberg appeared in my mind. I discarded this thought because I knew I was not really interested in it, just curious about its sudden change in behavior_I do not have time for this_ I told him_I’m also known as being the school nerd.

_ Serious? _ He seemed interested_ I thought you and your friends were very popular since they are so cool.

“It’s not like that,” I said, looking at his side without being able to see. “Actually, we’re pretty normal, we do not draw much attention.

We talked a little more but the tiredness overwhelmed me and I must have fallen asleep because all I remember was the sound of his laughter.