Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 23

Song for this chapter: Roses by Chainsmokers

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When the last customer came in and checked out, the bookstore was completely dull of emptiness besides the shelters filled with books. It was closing time and I couldn't be anymore excited to get out of here.

Friday rolled by again quickly and nothing really happened this week other than Marcel's stain on his crouch, and Louis' enthusiasm about this party. He hung out with us more during lunch which was okay with Marcel and I. Louis didn't bother us so we talk to him about the dumbest things in the world like he was our best friend already. No bullying, just three teens laughing at our own jokes. It was like he didn't care anymore if he was seen with us in public, and I loved that. I guess you can make a change in someone's life and impact them with your own too.

Joyfully I finally got to sleep a little after my recent tragedy and Marcel also made sure I ate. He was like a mother forcing a stubborn child to eat their veggies. Which was annoying, considering the fact I thought I was done eating for sure because I knew I'd gag at food anyway.

Besides all that I finally got to finish my homework early and I was wildly ready to party. I think. I mean I don't know, after having good chats with Louis and Marcel continuing to act like a mother, I felt a rush of anticipation run through my veins. Since I slept more often this week, I just feel the need to continue what makes me happy. My brain was jolting of kinetic energy and I know my wild side would probably show tonight.

"Hey chica!" I hear El call out, zapping me out of my almost kinetic breakdown.

"You taking Spanish in college?" I shake my head in nonsense laughing at her newly form language.

She picks up a box on the floor and sets it on the counter, wondering what the hell is in it. More books maybe?

"Oh no, I suck at learning a new language. My friend back at US is Mexican and we Skype most of the time, so I hear her say it a lot. That girl can never shut up about the word 'chica'"

"Huh, is it Rosa you're talking about?" I ask.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Because you would sometimes Skype her here at the store, and I could hear you both laughing your butts off whatever the hell you guys talk about" I roll my eyes playfully remembering the times when Elouise would laugh at her laptop. Always thought she was crazy talking to herself at first.

"Oh yeah. Why snooping around me?" She jokes squinting her eyes at me.

"Please I have much more important things to do than watch you talk crazy talk with your friend"

"Well..." She pretends to be hurt what I said. Ending that conversation with a laugh.

"Hey I gotta ask, why do you look so well dressed up and pretty?" Now she suspects me by my clothing choice.

"What? Can a girl express her outer beauty"

"No that's not what I mean. Hmm...ah ha! You're wearing makeup! Where are you going? Are you going on a date with Marcel? Oh my god you are! You are!" She starts to walk over to me and tend to squeal ear to ear. Oh great.

My eyes bulged of shock when I heard Marcel and date come out of her loudly voice. "What? No! Of course not, you're crazy!"

Ever since I told her how I made a new friend she has been bugging me about about him lately. Mostly she would say how cute we would look if we were a couple, although I simply ignore her childish sayings. It was only one photo that I showed her with me and Marcel in it. We just kind of agree on taking the photo with us hugging side ways, his arm around my waist and my arm on his shoulder. It was a regular smiling photo everyone usually takes. Right?