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Chapter 3: They Look Cute On You

Chapter 3

Marcel's mom quickly returned with a tray full of snacks. She sat it down on the edge of the bed, the only spot not occupied.

"Here you go," she smiled. "Oh, and I'm Anne." She stretched out her hand, me shaking it after.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Danielle but everyone calls me Danny," I introduced myself.

"I know, Marcel has told me a lot about you."

I looked over at him, the look of warning being shot at his mom. He obviously didn't want me to know that.

"You talk about me?" I asked, holding in my laughter.

"He does all the time, sometimes I can't get him to stop," Anne chimes in.

"Mum!" Marcel yelled.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave you all alone. If you need anything, I'm right downstairs."

"Okay," I smiled, waving as she exited to room.

"That was embarrassing," Marcel huffed.

"Nah, it was cute," I laughed.

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After an hour, we had lots of notes on the main topics we wanted to point out. We had eaten all the snacks too, so Marcel volunteered to get more. Once he was gone, I got up and looked around his room.

On his dresser - which was on the opposite wall as his bed - were his glasses. I picked them up and put them on, looking at myself in the mirror. I honestly looked descent with them, so I kept them on.

I walked over to his bedside table and saw pictures, some of him and Anne with some girl. They seemed so happy and cheerful, like a loving family. Another one sitting there, I recognized. It was me from the yearbook, the edges slightly showing through the frame. He had a picture of me; I smiled at the gesture.

I went back over to the bed, making it seem like I wasn't snooping around. I heard his footsteps coming up, so I started to write things down. Hopefully, he won't notice that anything is different.

The door slowly opened, Marcel coming in with the tray. He sat it down and then himself. I looked up and smiled, him doing the same.

"Are you wearing my glasses?" He laughed.

My smile erased quickly, a hand shooting up to find that they were still there. Crap.

"Uh, yeah," I said back.

"They look cute on you," he smiled. I returned the favor, trying not to seem so anxious. I was though, I was very embarrassed.

"Thanks," I blushed.

The clock in the hallway chimed nine times, signaling the time. I didn't realize it was that late.

"I should go, it's late and we have school tomorrow," I rushed, grabbing my things quickly. I was about to exit the door, when I remembered the glasses. "Oh, here are your glasses." I turned around and walked over to him, stretching out my hand for him to take them.

"No, you keep them. I have another pair," he smiled.

"O-okay," I said, putting them back on.

"Can I walk you out?" He asked.

"Sure."

Marcel got off of the bed and joined my side, us walking to the door. I exited first, him following close behind. Once at the bottom, I said goodbye to Anne. We continued to the front door until she stopped us.

"Sweetie, it's late. You should stay here for the night instead of driving in the dark," she protested.

"My mom's expecting me though," I told her.

"I can call her if you'd like," she insisted.

"Well, I guess I could stay, but I don't want to intrude," I said.

"You aren't," Marcel chimed in.

"Uh, okay," I gave in.