My Buddy Marcel part 2

Chapter Four

Taylor-Ann's POV

I smirked

    "For a second, yes

    "Oh my god"

    "Well, I had to be, I showered"

Marcel took a pillow and covered his face with it

   "But I'm in here!"

I shrugged "So?"

   "What do you mean, 'so'?"

   "Would you have left?"

    "Yes!"

   "Did you want to leave?"

He uncovered his face, then looked down "No"

   "Exactly. And maybe" I paused "I didn't want you to leave"

He looked at me and then rose an eyebrow

   "You are a very strange girl Taylor-Ann, a very strange girl"

I grinned "Thank you very much"

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I wonder how long it will take for Marcel to see. My hints are not subtle, they're so out there.

He's so oblivious to what I'm trying to say.

Or maybe he just doesn't want to address it.

Maybe he's ignoring it.

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I smacked Marcel with a pillow, then ran as he chased me around the bed. He caught me and threw me on the bed and laid on top of me.

He stared for a second and sighed

   "What's wrong, Marcel?'

He took his large hand and cupped my face with it

   "You're flawless"

   "What?"

   'You're flawless"

   "No I'm not. I am 90% flaw"

He laughed at me

   "No, you aren't. You're 0% flaw"

   "Okay 80%"

   "20%"

   "70%"

   "30%"

   "60%"

   "40%"

   "50%"

   "Fine. You are 50% flaw, 50% perfection"

I rolled my eyes

  "Do you still not believe me?"

I shrugged

  "Taylor-Ann, 'imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and-'"

  "'It's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring. - Marilyn Monroe'"

He smiled at me "Right. And you find yourself imperfect, right?"

I nodded

   "So you're beautiful"

I tried to smile, but I couldn't. He's just too nice

He sat up, and so did I, he played with his fingers for a while before asking

  "Why did you nominate me for Prom King, Annie?"

  "Well, you read my diary didn't you?"

He blushed "Yeah, but why?"

  "Because," I stood up "You deserve it much more than anyone else." I walked to him and sat behind on the bed "Also," I closed the space between him and I "I think you'd look hella good in a suit" I whispered in his ear.

He blushed so red, OMG, it was soo adorable.

  "Why do you do that to me?" he said

I squeezed his shoulders

  "Do what?"

  "That! Make me feel this way"

  "What way?"

  "Oh my gosh, I can't explain!"

  "Is it good?"

  "Yes....

I smiled "You're a cutie, you know that?" I hugged him from behind

   "You're different, Taylor-Ann"

    "How?"

    "Other girls wouldn't do this to me"

I bit my lip and breathed

   "That sounds good"

And suddeely, all of his dorkiness faded away as he said

   "It is"