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

Part 26

Third Person:

He walked among his place, nothing more peaceful atmosphere than hearing his loud decipicable roomates voices.

His Saturday's routine went like this: wake up at seven, make coffee, brush teeth, and sit himself on the living room couch and read before his roomates awoke of course. Liam wasn't like any other guy, besides not wearing nothing but only his boxers on a Saturday evening, he was more mature.

Moré mature than the guys he share bunks with.

So off he went and sat on the couch and went on his buisness, by reading a book. Drink coffee. And just enjoy what surounds him.

For a split second Liam starts to feel drowsy and weak in the head. His brain ponders inside his skull. Groanily, he places his coffee mug back on the coffee table and sets his book next to it also.

He gets up grudgely, as if almost fainting. He squeezes his eyes harshly, as if he did it more harder they'll just pop inside of his brain.

Liam doesn't let go of his hands on his head as if trying to keep it from exploding. He groans some more, moving everywhere before spilling his cup of coffee on the white rug.

Then, flashes start in his head. A sign of flapping black wings and a ton wailing. Crows, he thinks but doesn't give a damn. He only wanted to snap out of this harsh headache.

He begins to hear things: 'beware', 'mar-'. What? What was that?

Liam finally drops to his knees still groaning and collapses onto the floor. His breath quickens and he is almost out of breath. His eyes reopen a bit of blurr and realizes he staring at a ceiling.

Am I dead? He thinks. He brushes his elbows up and looked confuse. Though he was still at his living room.

"Marilyn..." he whispers last.

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Marilyn's POV:

"Marcel, quit worrying about your hair you look freaking good. Can we go now, we're about to miss third period" I tell him.

"Wait....okay..." he stops glancing at my small mirror i let him borrow, and huffs at me, "fine lets go" he hands me it back and grabs his backpack off the floor as we finally march to our class.

"Finally" i mumbled

It was school time, why...look at that, more horrifying homework and such has begun. I just can't wait til' fall break so we can finally release our stress. The troubles and idoicity of the popular's will soon come to a break.

Walking to our class was always a routine of course but i wish we had something to roll there instead. My legs kill me most of the time, espicially after eating lunch. It was like i was gaining a pound every second of the day.

Although in good terms, i finally got to sleep in and eat right after my encounter with that visious entity. I was just happy everything was good for now and i hope i don't jinx it either, or i will end up being tired most of the time.

When Marcel and I did get to class we always sat together in our one piece table like any other in here. This was still my my worst class though. Math is no fun.

"Hey" Marcel nudges my shoulder.

"Hmm" i mumble in response.

"I do look good, right? I mean i forgot to buy gell the other day, so i only had a little bit to finish up my hair" he brushes his hand over his hair, letting a little curly hair slip off from his touch.