Marcel Styles [ON HOLD]

Marcel Styles

"There's my best friend!" I greeted as I pulled Marcel into a hug.

"H-Hey." He stuttered, refusing to look at me.

"What's wrong?"

Class was over and strangely enough, I hadn't seen him all day. For some reason, he didn't look happy to see me.

"Why are you friends with me?" He quietly asked.

"W-What?"

"Is it because you feel sorry for me? Or is it one big joke?"

"Marcel, are you kidding me? You're the nicest guy I know!"

"So? Keith told me that I don't even deserve to be in your presence."

"My brother? Ugh, he's such an asshole."

I drove him home and since his parents were gone and he was upset, I stayed with him. We went up to his room and while I sat on the bed and talked to him, he paced his entire room and refused to look at me.

"Everyone hates me and I don't know why." He said as his voice cracked.

"I like you." I said as I walked up to him and wiped the tear that fell from his eye.

"You're just saying that."

"Look at me."

He removed his glasses, wiped his eyes, then looked at me and I smiled as his beautiful green eyes looked into mine.

"Listen, you're an amazing guy, Marcel. Ignore them." I coaxed.

Truth is, I've had a slight crush on Marcel for the longest. Most people would think it's stupid, but Marcel is so nice and he's actually very attractive.

"I try and I'm glad that I have you, but then everyone reminds me that I don't deserve you. I mean, you're a model and I'm...I'm just a loser."

"You're not a loser."

He put his glasses back on and sat on his bed, then I sat next to him and placed a hand on his back.

"Can I ask you something? Promise you won't laugh."

"I promise."

"Will you hang out with me tonight?"

My heart fluttered as he blushed and I smiled at him.

"Yes, Marcel." I said before kissing his cheek.

"I'll pick you up at eight?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Then, I noticed exercise equipment around his room, then noticed how toned his back was.

"You work out?"

"Yeah." He said, removing his glasses again.

"No way, show me."

He stood up and took off his vest, tie, and shirt, then showed off his tan, perfectly chiseled body with his tattoos.

"You never told me that you were tatted!"

"It's a long story. My friend Leeroy talked me into it."

"That's so cool."

I stood up and touched his tattoos, then gasped when I felt his six pack.

"Do you mind if I...?"

"Go ahead."

I felt his muscles, then blushed when I looked back up into his green eyes.

"Well you're full of surprises, Marcel."

"I guess. See, I've been working out in hopes of impressing this girl that I've been head-over-heels for."

"Really?"

"Yeah, she's perfect. I just wish she'd be my girlfriend."

"Just ask her. She'll be lucky to have you." I encouraged, slightly saddened.

He took a deep breath, then looked at me.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

My jaw dropped as it took me a while to fully realize what was happening.

"Yes! Yes, Marcel, I will!" I accepted as I jumped on him.

"Wait...you actually like me?"

"Of course I do."

***

I finished getting ready for my date and inspected myself in the mirror. As I finished packing my purse, my brother walked in.

"You're going out tonight?"

"Yup."

"With who?"

"My boyfriend."

"Who's your boyfriend? Is it Jerry, Chad, Mike, Frank, Ian?"

"Nope, Marcel."

"You're dating that loser?!"

"He's not a loser."

Just then, the doorbell rang and my heart fluttered when I sat that it was 8.

"I gotta see this." Keith mocked.

He rushed off and I chased after him to the door. He opened it and before he could say something, he gasped.

"Who are you?" He asked.

I was confused and couldn't see, then gasped when a guy walked in wearing a black suit with curly hair.

"Hey, Beautiful." He greeted.

"M-Marcel?"

"The one and only."

"Dude, that's not Marcel." Keith insisted.

"It is you idiot." I defended.

He offered me his arm and escorted me outside to a limo.

"You got a limo?"

"Only the best for you."

We talked during the ride and I couldn't get over how amazingly unexpected his transformation was. We arrived at a restaurant and were shown to a private room in the back. After we finished eating, we walked out onto the balcony and looked out at the view.

"This is amazing." I whispered.

"I hoped you would like it."

"I love it."

"And...and I love you." He said as he looked down and blushed.

I cupped his face and turned it towards mine.

"I love you too."

He carefully leaned down and gently pressed his soft lips to mine. It soon became a make out session and afterwards we looked into each other's eyes.