Oh My Mona

It's Sunday and Kile is at my house again and I'm pretty sure my mum is sick of him coming round at this point. He is posing on my bed and I giggle. He looks handsome in this light.

"You look handsome in this light." It comes out as I think it. I laugh again.

Kile looks up at me, his blue eyes flashing, "Well of course I'm handsome," he stretches out like a cat in front of me, "now draw me like one of your French girls." Everything he says makes me want to laugh, he is almost perfect in a strange way.

I pick up my pencil again, chewing on the end. Hmmmm. When I first met Kile in our first year he wouldn't speak to me; he was terrified back then, but I suppose he was only 14. Its been 3 years since then. Whenever he isn't around the others he sort of turns into a different person, he comes out his shell, he is goofy and funny and he isn't afraid.

He is fluttering his eyes shut now and pretending to snore. "Cherrrrrrrr I'm failing asleep your taking so long."

"Oh hush it you, or I'm going to-"

He opens his eyes, "You'r going to what Cher?" His voice is harder, and less teasing. He takes everything so seriously. I smile.

"Or I'm going to take even longer."

I look back down at my drawing off him then back up at him. He still looks a bit tense. Maybe it's from all the lying down? I try to finish quickly before hopping up on the bed and showing him.

Kile's face lights up and he looks at me, smiling.

"It's wonderful Cher."

He hugs me and pulls me ontop of him, he is laughing and I can feel his chest rise up and down with it. It makes me laugh too. He is so sweet.

There has always been something between us, or at least I think so; we have never been anything official but he knows that I am only interested in him and I know he is only interested in me.

That reminds me of Friday when he put his hand on my thigh. He had never done that before. I mean... I liked it though. It was uhhh really hot.

I sound like a fan girl. I'm a fan girl for Kile. I push up off him slowly. My room always smells of roses when he comes round, he just smells of them. Every time I try to pester him about what cologne he uses but he is adamant it is just his natural oder which is hilarious.

You can't just smell of roses.

Except he does. Even after he showers at my house, he smells of roses and wood chips. We have never had sex or anything, I'm not a slut but he has slept on my floor becuase my parents wouldn't let him in my bed. I felt pretty bad that morning.

Mainly because I could tell his back was hurting but he tried not to show it. It almost made me cry. He is just so.... he is so thoughtful.

He brought me a bunch of roses on valentines day but I couldn't bring them home because my parents would kill me. I think that's part of the reason we aren't together together, because my parents would crucify me. Like actually.

"Kile. We should dye our hair."

My hands are leaning on his chest and it feels so nice, I like to daydream about him. Wait no that sounds weird uhhh. His brows raise at me.

"Honey, there is no way on earth I'm dying my hair. Have you seen my hair? It would never come out."

I melt a little as he says honey. I smile at him. I wonder what he would look like with black or brown hair. He grabs me gently and moves me off him, so he can sit upright. Kile is gentle. I feel safe when I'm around him.

"Okay what about I dye my hair?"

I've been thinking about this for a while. I really want to try black hair for a bit; I mean I'm partially almost there, I'm a chestnut sort of brown already so I don't think it even really matters if I go black and I hate it. It won't ruin my hair.

A smirk appears on his lips.

"Oh and where are you going to get this dye from?"

Little does he know I planned ahead. I jump up and take his hand as he slowly gets off my bed and lead him to my on-suite bathroom. There are two boxes of black dye under my sink.

Kile laughs.

It's about half an hour later and I'm sat on the edge of my bath with half my hair in black dye. Kile looks at his hands then back to me.

"Cher are you sure this is coming to come out? I can't go to work with black stains all over my hands."

He is pulling the face he pulls when he is on the verge of upset. I frown and get up, I would hug him but I dont want to get dye over his shirt which is always some shade of beige or pastel because he didn't look as good in strong sheet colours.

"Yes baby, look, it's okay," I don't want him to be upset, it hurts when he is upset. I take his hands and run them under the tap, gently scrubbing at the stains. They come out slowly, turning the water murky.

"See. It's all okay."

I smile up at him and he looks releaved. I'm glad. I pause. I didn't realise Kile worked. Why was I only just hearing of this now?

"Kile when did you start working?"

He looks down at me as I look up at him.

"I didn't tell you?"

I scrunch up my nose and shake my head.

"I work in a delivery company, its pretty small so that may be why you haven't heard of it."

"Oh." I shrug. Im glad he has a job, I mean he's perfect and earns income? Have my children Kile like jeez. Sometimes I think about asking him to have sex with me but I wouldn't know where to start.  He kisses me though. He is good at kissing.

I help him wash the last of the black off his palms. His hands are callus. I wonder why. It doesn't seem to matter to me. There isn't an inch of Kile that isn't perfect to me.

I think my feelings towards him are much like he is, slow and gentle yet insatiably hot. He reaches down and pecks the corner of my lips. I smile as he does so. I am always happiest around him. He is wonderful.

We finish up dying my hair and then washing and drying it.

I'm looking in the mirror. I cannot tell if I like it. But Kile's hands around round my waist and he tells me he loves it. I suppose it does look rather brilliant.

That evening Kile leaves after our "science revision" and my parents ask me what I learnt from him. I learnt how to be happy. I lie and say I learnt about mass numbers on the period table, something I had really learnt years ago but they didn't need to know that.

I sigh that night as I tuck myself into bed, wishing Kile was here. I want to do monstrous things till him till he is blushing and moaning. Woah Cher. I giggle to myself as I fall asleep.

Today was good.