marcus Lopez one shots

them, pt 2

I sat criss cross in the alleyway, looking at a magazine full of beautiful apartments- ones I can't afford but a girl can dream. I now had a total of 200 dollars, cash. It made my giddy to think how much money I had. But I have to hold onto it, I don't plan on living on the streets forever. It's been a month since I've seen Marcus, I just hope he's okay. I've manage to not get killed but alley people are starting to get annoying and I might be doing the killing myself. Of course I don't mean that. Right?

I sighed as I flipped through the amazing apartments. I imagined myself living there, happily with Marcus. Being happy.

Happy, I haven't felt that in a hot minute. I wish Marcus would come back.

Ugh, how sad. Have I really stooped to the point where a boy was my sense of happiness?

Someone called my name.

I heard a familiar voice, a male. I looked up and what do you know. Prince Charming at his worst, or best. Considering his well-groomed hair and clothes

"Marcus?!"

"Y/n!" Marcus was at the mouth of the alleyway, smiling like the idiot he is.

I stood up and ran into his arms, tackling him into a hug,"Where have you been?!"

His face drops a little, "Sorry, I still can't tell you" his voice trailed off

"Oh well nevermind that! I'm glad you're here, it's been so boring." I said

He laughed and grinned at me, "Afraid I can't stay forever y/n." he said

"Hm. Oh well, what have you been up too?" I said, untangling myself from Marcus

"just stuff, nothing important." He replied

"Well I've been doing amazing, unlike you." I smiled cockily

"Oh yeah? What have you been doing then?" He said, raising an eyebrow

"I've been saving up money, for an apartment. Not a big or fabulous one, but one with a roof and a couple walls." I said, proudly

He looked at me with pure happiness in his eyes, "You're serious?"

"Don't be jealous." I said, laughing 

"No I'm proud! I'm so- that's amazing! That's wonderful y/n," he said

"Yeah yeah I'm pretty awesome," I said

"But I've been going off on my hinges without you Marcus" I added

"Ah you're normal. Cocky, confident-"

I cut him off with, "says the one with no money but reaks cigarettes,"

He laughed knowing I was just joking, considering I reaked of cigarettes too.

"Hey promise me something." He said

"Yeah?" I asked

"Don't go off your hinges." He said with a smile

"I'll try not too."

-later that evening-

Tired, annoyed, and irritated. That's how
y/n felt. Somehow, in her sleepy form, she took a pocket knife, for safety and walked around San Fran trying to keep her senses when she saw rory. Sleeping, considering it seemed late at night and y/n was angry.

She did what she felt like doing. Murdering someone, and that's exactly what she did. That night, she murdered rory by a stab to the neck. Then after feeling satisfied with herself and feeling her anger turn into nothing, she went back to her sleeping alley and fell asleep on her backpack.

She didn't realize what she did until after she woke up, blood splattered on her shirt and hands. And her pocket knife, out of its usual pocket in her backpack and in her pocket.

She was a murderer.

a/n: and that was pt 2, lmk if you want pt 3 or a book for this oneshot. And if you have an oneshot suggestions, dm me! Make sure you eat or drink today lovelys. <3