A Love That Was More Than Love
Bella trudged up the stairs to the Goth’s attic, dragging her backpack behind her. It thumped with each step, the heavy textbooks inside thudding against the stairs. She knocked on the railing three times like she usually did. Mortimer didn’t look up, but he did wave a hand to acknowledge her.
“Hi, Morty,” Bella said, dropping her backpack on the floor by the old sofa on the back wall. She collapsed onto the couch, pulling her feet up underneath herself.
“Hey, Bells.”
Bella pulled her math textbook out of her backpack. “Can you come check my math homework? I don’t know if I did it right.”
Mortimer didn’t respond, just kept stirring whatever was in his beaker. Bella watched him work for several minutes before trying to get his attention again. He finally glanced up and looked over at Bella.
“Sorry, what?”
Bella laughed and patted the couch next to her. “Come help me with my homework.”
Mortimer eyed his beaker before pushing it to the back of the mixing counter. He made his way over to Bella, stepping around boxes of empty flasks and parts for his telescope. He sat down next to Bella on the couch, taking her math textbook from her and staring intently at her answers. He pulled a pencil out from behind his ear and started tapping the end of it against the book as he looked over her answers.
“They all look right to me,” Mortimer said after a few minutes. Bella breathed a sigh of relief. “You’re getting really good at your math.”
“Only because I have the best tutor,” Bella said, nudging Mortimer’s arm with hers. He almost fell off the couch and she laughed. “I didn’t even push you that hard!”
“I wasn’t expecting it!” Mortimer protested.
“Whatever,” Bella said with a laugh. She took her homework back from Mortimer and shoved it into her backpack. She pushed herself up from the couch and walked over to Mortimer’s mixing table, eyeing the neon green mixture in the beaker. It looked like it was glowing, so Bella took a step back. “What are you making today?”
“Hopefully something that will help my robot work.” Mortimer motioned to the scraps of metal on the opposite wall. Bella glanced over and saw vaguely arm and leg shaped pieces of metal but decided she wasn’t going to go towards any of Mortimer’s untested projects. He had hurt himself more times than she could count trying to perfect something, and she didn’t want to have to explain to her mom why she was covered in burns or scratches. She made her way back to the couch and flopped down next to Mortimer. She apologized as she almost fell into his lap and had to right herself.
“Do your parents know you’re trying to make a robot?”
Mortimer’s silence told her everything. Although his parents were okay with him mixing random chemicals to see what would happen, they weren’t as keen on him trying to build a sentient being in the attic. Bella patted his shoulder and said, “I’m sure that when you show it to them, they’ll be really proud of you.”
Mortimer grabbed Bella’s hand and squeezed it. “Thanks, Bells. I hope you’re right.” He closed his eyes and sighed, still holding on to her hand. Bella briefly thought about pulling her hand away, sure that Mortimer would be asleep within seconds, but she couldn’t deny that she liked the look of her hand in his. Mortimer’s breaths started to deepen as he relaxed into the couch, and Bella could feel her heart race as she imagined leaning in and tucking in that one stubborn lock of hair that always sprang down onto his forehead, no matter how much gel Mortimer put in his hair.
“What are you thinking about?” Mortimer mumbled.
“Nothing,” Bella said too quickly.
“Your pulse changed.”
Bella realized that the way Mortimer was holding her hand, his fingers were on her wrist in the perfect place to take her pulse. “You’re the only guy I know who would even notice that,” Bella said in an attempt to distract him.
“You don’t think Nicolo would notice?”
This time Bella did pull her hand away. “I told you, we went on one date, he kept bragging about all the girls he’d kissed, and that was that. He doesn’t even have any plans for after graduation. I would never want to go out with someone who doesn’t have at least some idea of what he wants to do with his life.”
“I’m sorry, Bells. I just…” Mortimer sighed heavily. “I’m jealous of him,” he said quietly. He was so quiet that Bella wasn’t even sure she’d heard him right.
“Why would you be jealous of Nicolo Lothario? He’s an absolute douche. You’re the smartest and sweetest guy in our grade, even if no one else notices it because they think you’re just crazy. None of the guys at school can compete with my best friend.” Bella smiled at Mortimer, expecting his face to light up the way she loved so much, but it didn’t. She turned to face him, pulling her legs up onto the couch again. “Morty, what is it?”
“That’s just it, Bella. I don’t want to be your best friend. Or at least not just your best friend.”
“What does that even mean?” Bella asked. Mortimer stuttered, obviously struggling to find the words he wanted to say. Bella just stared at him, terrified that he was going to tell her they couldn’t be friends anymore like she had always feared. She was about to get up and leave when she found Mortimer’s hands on her face and his lips on hers. The kiss didn’t last long, but both of them were breathing hard when Mortimer pulled back. His eyes were shining. Bella reached up and smoothed back the one curl that never stayed in place.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while but I was afraid.”
“What could you be afraid of?” Bella asked in a low voice. “You mix dangerous chemicals in your attic and you’re trying to build a robot.”
“I know, but that pales in comparison to telling your best friend you’re in love with her and not knowing how she’ll respond.”
Bella kissed Mortimer again, and things would have continued like that for a while if his mom hadn’t called up the stairs to tell them that dinner was done.
“I guess we should go downstairs,” Bella said. She pushed herself off the couch and headed towards the stairs. Mortimer caught up with her and slid his hand into hers.
“Let’s go.”