Chapter 1: Tickles and Parents.

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“Aghhh Marcus!” I yell.

 

He tackles me onto the floor, holding me down as he laughs.

 

“M-marcus! Stop!” I squeal, his hands tickling my waist.

 

“Yeah,” He stops for a second. “No!” And starts to tickle me again.

 

His parents watch from afar, whispering to each other about us. No, we weren’t together. Though, many people thought we were dating, we aren’t. We were just, friends. Even though, maybe, I have had feelings for him since…. Forever!

 

He always told people, “ We’ve been friends since diapers, I don’t think we’ll be separated soon.”

 

Or, he told them, “No, were not dating, Were too close for a relationship and I don’t think we might want to ruin our friendship.”

 

I just stood there, knowing he will never ask me on a date. Sure, friend dates, but thats it. He went through a list of girls and I stand there, upset.

 

When he finally stops, Marcus rests his chin onto my head.

 

“I think I know why people think why were a couple.” He chuckles.

 

“I think we both know why.” I laugh.

 

His parents quietly take out their phone, thinking we won’t notice them taking a picture.

 

“We see you!” We both scream, making them jump and drop their phones.

 

He tackles me on the ground again, silently saying, “This is something they should see”

 

“Okay kids, Riley needs to go home.” Marcus’ mother says, walking back into the kitchen.

 

I grab my school bag and head to the door. But, not without a huge hug from Marcus, we say our goodbyes and I head out. As I walk home, I recieve a text from Marcus. I wasn’t even a meter away from his house and he’s already texting me.

 

Marcus: ‘I miss you already!! <3’

 

Me: ‘I’m not even 2 inches away from you. I miss you too though! <3’

So, my whole walk consisted of me texting him and almost running into cars or poles. Once I reached my house, I hear my parents fighting once again. They were always like this, everyday I come home to at least, something broken. Either it was a vase, or a picture frame. They were the reason I go to Marcus’ house for most of the day. Right after school, I walk home with him and head to his house. He rarely goes to my house, the only times he went there, was when my parents went on a vacation, to rehab.

A/N: So here's the first chapter. Lool. I think it's kind of short buut, its fineee. Anyways hope you like ittt.

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