𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭! ➪ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐮

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 | "𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥"

luna martinez

"what?" i asked confused as i looked up at marc. who was standing there, nodding his head. i was editing pictures as i finally decided to promote my business again.

"yeah, i know." marc said as he pulled the beanbag closer to me so he can be by me. i'm convinced he has attachment issues with me, now.

"so what are you gonna do? go for christmas?" i asked him as i looked over to him. he shrugged.

"i'll go, if you go" he said and i looked at him.

"marc, how am i going to go to costa rica with you? my parents are not going to trust us" i said as i looked back at my macbook to finish editing his football pictures.

"moonshine! you can at least try" i looked at him.

"marc guiu paz, be so for real right now" i said and he looked at me.

"come on, it won't hurt to try!" he said as he moved closer and messed with my thigh.

"you have fun with that. my parents scare me, and knowing them, they're gonna make us bring chris, gabby, hayden or even, oh my god, isabel. please, i can't with isabel" i said as i exported the files to my phone.

"if i can convince your parents to let you go, would you?" he asked as i turned off my macbook. grabbing my phone to see if they exported, which luckily they did.

"i don't know, it's sorta your family vacation and i don't want to ruin the fun for you guys" i said as i pulled up the pictures.

"please, luna rosa martinez! my parents would love if you come, anyways" he said. when he used my actual full name, that's when you know he actually wants me too.

"fine, but i'll make you a deal." i said as i smirked at him.

"what's the deal?" he asked as he looked excited.

"if my parents say yes to costa rica, you have to go to texas with me for new years, and you have to make sure it's fine with your parents. i need written permission or some sort of proof. also will we be back for christmas?" i said as i turned my body to look at him.

"deal. yeah, of course. it's just for the first week, we'll be back way before, i'm already going to texas. we have a game. i also don't know how i'm going to get written permission" he said and i laughed because i was just teasing him about that part.

"okay, but i was just kidding about that part. i just need some sort of permission that they are fine with it, but look at your amazing pictures. my man is so handsome," i said as i showed him the pictures, turning my phone. he took my phone to look at them.

"amazing photographer, my girlfriend is" he said as he pulled me closer to kiss me.

"come on, let's go ask" he said, bringing up the conversation, once again.

"marc, christmas break is like a week away" i said as i pulled myself on top of him.

"yes, but we're gonna go a little before so i can be back in time for the game" he said and i looked at him putting my chin on his chest.

"fine!" i said as we got up. we walked down the stairs. ever since isabel has been living with us, the house has been loud. everyone was laughing in the living room.

"oh look who finally decided to join us" mom said. i smiled. i looked at marc, who looked like it wasn't a right time to ask.

"what are you guys doing?" i asked as we sat at an empty spot on the couch.

"just listening to isabel tell funny stories from college" i froze up. thinking about every single thing i did with isabel at college. i hope isabel wasn't telling them about all the times we drank.