𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 [𝟏]

chapter five.

THE NEXT day, Marcus spent his morning sleeping, then he woke up and ate cereal while watching television. He liked the weekends, that usually meant he'd get to sleep in and avoid eating at the same time as his parents. He doesn't like being around them.

They're manipulative.

The doorbell rings twice, then two more times and he rolls his eyes, not budging from his seat. The doorbell rings even more and Marcus groans. "Marcus! Go get that!" His mom shouts from the kitchen. Marcus huffs, setting down his bowl angrily before getting up from the couch and going over to the front door.

It's just Simon, standing there on his doorstep with a smile on his face. Marcus crosses his arms, "what?" He says and Simon's grin fades. "Wow, way to greet your best pal." He says as he walks in and Marcus rolls his eyes.

"Hi Simon, what are you doing on this fine afternoon?" He forced a wide smile at Simon who smiles, despite knowing his friend was being sarcastic before turning around and going towards the livingroom where he plops down onto the couch, raising a hand to the side of his face. Marcus sighs, walking over and sitting beside him. "What do you wanna do?" He asked and Marcus glanced over at him.

"I don't know... I mean, don't you have work today?" He shrugs and Simon chuckles. "Yes but I always have time for you, Mar," he says with a lopsided grin on his pretty face making Marcus look away, smiling softly.

"Fine... what do you wanna do?"

"I have the perfect idea for fun."

The "fun" was hanging out on an old playground kids use to love going to, but it started getting graffitied on and people come here to drink and make it all messy and gross. It's around two in the afternoon as the boys laid side by side on the grass, laughing.

"God, look at this shit." Marcus says, raising an empty beer can he grimaced at before tossing it away and Simon sighs. "Shadyside is really shittyside, huh?" He says and Marcus shrugs. "Yeah... but like that night at the vigil, I'd never stand for Sunnyvalers talking shit about it. Only we can, you know what I mean?" He looks at Simon, squinting his eyes a bit.

Simon nods quickly, glancing away after previously staring at the blue eyed boy. "I miss being a kid sometimes... I got to do whatever I wanted until my parents fucked me up with a crazy ass story about a witch." He says before chewing on his bottom lip.

"Yeah... that was pretty messed up of them." Simon says with a sympathetic stare at his friend. He had two parents who love each other, stayed together and weren't alcoholic or drug addicts, but he still went through a lot because of them, manipulation and such.

Marcus rarely talks about it because when he does, he gets all quiet and unsure of what to say next. Almost like as if he isn't use to talking about it or doesn't even want to at all. But he'd get random moments where he brings it up and Simon just sits there, listening.

"I don't really believe in that story..." Marcus suddenly says and Simon glanced at him. "About Sarah Fier?" He asked and Marcus nods. "I think it's something else making Shadysiders going crazy. Maybe having to live here all their lives, whatever it was, it wasn't them, it wasn't Sarah either, it was something else." He says and Simon just stared at him.

"Mar?" He says and Marcus looks at him. The blond boy propped himself up on his arm, then he leaned over Marcus. He leans down slowly, inching closer and closer to Marcus whose eyes only focus on him, nothing else. "What are you doing, Si?" Marcus whispers and Simon just got closer and closer to his face.

"Nothing." Simon plays it off with a smile and Marcus just rolled his eyes then he closed his eyes, resting his arms under his head. Simon finally pressed his lips to Marcus', raising a hand to the side of Marcus' face. The area they were at was pretty deserted and no one ever comes around, so just like that, Marcus began kissing back with no hesitation.

He raised his hand to the back of Simon's head, pulling him closer as Simon's other arm goes under his waist, deepening their kiss. Marcus pulls back suddenly, laughing as he turns his face away. "You're fucking with me, Kalivoda..." He muttered softly as he avoids looking at the other who just stared down at him.

"And why would I?" Simon says and Marcus just shrugs, looking around as Simon sat up suddenly, staring down at him with furrowed brows. "I would go as far as kissing you? Mar, you know I wouldn't..." He says and Marcus glanced over at him. "Wouldn't you?" He says and Simon shook his head.

"Nope." He says and Marcus sighs, grabbing the front of his sweater before pulling him down to kiss him once more. Simon immediately kissed back, his fingers tangling into Marcus' brown hair as his arm stayed under the brunette's waist just like that, holding him.

Marcus finds himself falling deeper and deeper than he already was, holding onto Simon like that and kissing just like this. He feels pure bliss and he hopes, he literally prays to whatever higher power there is, that Simon Kalivoda isn't just fucking around with him.

And then Simon pulled back, grabbing his hand. "Come on, come with me, I'm gonna meet up with Kate, she has to babysit tonight." He says and Marcus groans. "I hate being around kids..." He says and Simon chuckled.

"Come on... for me?"

Whenever he says it like that, looks at him like that, Marcus can never deny him. So that's how he ended up here, watching tv with Simon who's sitting on top of the couch with Marcus between his legs right below him.

Marcus isn't sure why Simon chose to sit this way but he doesn't complain as he played with one of Simon's hands, admiring his painted nails and his rings. Marcus traced the details on the ring and leaned back a bit, relaxing against Simon. Simon who then puts a hand to his friend's wavy hair, smiling widely.

 

  

 

 

  

  

  

  

  

  

AUTHORS NOTE

i finally wrote something
since i got back from my trip
with my friends even though
i said it would only be a
three day break, yeah... that
three day break turned into
a 10 day break my bad