Marcel One Shots

I'll Make You Feel Better

I sneezed for likr the millionth time today. I was sick and it sucked. 

I was curled up on the couch on my phone, the tv was playing a random show in the background. 

Suddenly my phone vibrates in my hand and it tells me I have a new text, it's from Marcel. 

Hey babe what's up? -xx

I replied.

Not doing to well, I'm sick :( -xx

I'm on my way-xx

I smiled at the text from Marcel, we had been friends since the first day of highschool when I found him reading one of my favorite books, (even if I've only known Marcel two years I felt like I had known him forever.) 

I did have to admit I've had a crush on him since that first day, so maybe no one thought he was attractive, and maybe yes he wore some weird outfits and use too much gel in his hair he was still beautiful. I didn't mind the glasses because I had a pair of my own sitting on my nose. 

Soon Marcel's car pulled up and he was knocking on my door, my parents were out today shopping for dinner. 

I got up wrapping the blanket tighter around myself, I opened the door and there was Marcel with his vest, bowtie, glasses, and 60's gel hair. 

"You look awful." he says frowning as he fallows me back to the couch. I fall onto it and he takes a seat on the arm rest. "You want some soup?' I nod and he leaves the room, only to come back later with a bowl of soup. He helps me sit up and spoon feeds the soup to me. 

"Ow!" I let out as the soup burns my tongue.

"Oh right its hot, sorry." He says grinning. The next spoonful he blew on it so it wouldn't burn me. He did this until the soup bowl was empty and he set it down. 

"You alright Y/N?" 

I coughed and shook my head no. He put his large hand on my forhead and pulled it back. "Your really hot." 

I blushed and giggled at his comment before his cheeks became red and he smiled shyly, "I-I didn't mean i-it that way! I-I mean you are really hot! B-But..." He trailed off and I blushed. He took a seat on the couch between me and the arm rest and I let myself fall into his lap as he played with my hair. 

"Y/N?" I look up at him. "I-I really like you." 

"I really like you two," I croak out and smile. 

"Yeah as a friend but I mean... I-I've had a huge crush on you ever since I met you that first day of high school, now I know you probably don't feel the same and this might end our friendship but I love you Y/N and I had to tell you." 

"You smile Marcel I've loved you since I first layed eyes on you." I saw, he smiles and leans down to kiss me. "Don't kiss me you'll get sick!" I say. 

He smiles "It's worth it." and then our lips meet.