Marcel Styles [ON HOLD]

Beach Party

My sister was planning a huge beach party and I knew that my friend Marcel had nothing to do tomorrow night, so I insisted that she invite him.

"Why do you even talk to him? He's such a nerd." She groaned.

"But he's sweet."

"Fine, whatever, but YOU'RE stuck with him."

"I'm okay with that."

"Fine, go ahead."

I smiled, then went to my room and called Marcel. I honestly really wanted him to go because I like Marcel.

"Hello?" He greeted.

"Hey, Marcel, it's me. Are you busy tomorrow night?"

"No..."

"Awesome! My sister's having a beach party tomorrow and I want you to come."

"I don't know...none of them like me."

"I don't really like most of them either. It'll be you and me."

"A-Alright. Only because you want me there."

"Yay, can't wait. See you tomorrow, Marcel."

"See you then."

***

"I still can't believe you invited him." My sister groaned.

"Relax."

"Have you seen him? His hair is practically made of wax, he wears those stupid glasses, and don't get me started on his outfits."

"Can you just calm down?"

A lot of people came and I was dancing around when someone hugged me from behind.

"Hey, it's me." The guy whispered.

"Hey, Marcel-"

I turned and found a guy with tattoos, wild, curly hair, and Ray Bans.

"It is you...right?" I questioned as I took off his sunglasses and looked into familiar green eyes.

"Yeah... So, it's you and me, right?" He shyly asked as his cheeks turned red.

"Of course "

He didn't feel too comfortable with dancing, so we went in the water and I laughed as he picked me up and lifted me over his head. A huge wave crashed on us and knocked him down, causing me to fly into the water as well since he's so tall. Eventually we went so deep that I could no longer touch the bottom, so I had to hold on to him so that I wouldn't drift away.

"Thanks for inviting me." He said.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because everyone hates me."

"Well, I don't...and you're actually getting a lot of attention."

"I am?"

"Yup, look."

I nodded my head at all of the girls that were looking at him, then he blushed.

"I don't want any of them."

"Why not? They're so pretty..."

"But they have ugly personalities. Besides...I....I only have eyes for you..."

"W-What?"

"I really like you."

"I like you too."

We leaned in for our first kiss and in the middle of it, another wave crashed on us. When we came back up, we laughed and decided to get out of the water, walking out hand-in-hand. We went to the snack bar to get drinks and he put his sunglasses back on as we sat there and talked, then my sister walked over and hugged me.

"Hey, who's your new friend?" She asked.

"He's not a new friend."

"Well, who is he? I've never met him before."

"I'm Marcel Styles." He answered.

"W-What? You're kidding, right?"

"I'm not."

"Marcel, I always knew you were hot." She swooned.

"Save it, I have a girlfriend." He said and he took my hand in his and intertwined our fingers.

My sister scoffed before storming off, then Marcel and I laughed again, then he leaned over and kissed me again.