That morning I woke up alone on the patio couch outside. It was colder than usual, and Marcel wasn't here. I started walking around until I found the backdoor.
I was in the house and it was a very big house, and so I started looking. Then I found the living room were Anne had brought me last night. I heard Marcel talking though. I kept walking until his voice felt like it was closer and closer.
"Marcel?" I whispered lost. Suddenly I saw his head pop out of a door way. He smiled but signaled me to wait a second.
"No that's great, thanks for arranging that," he laughed, he must of been on the phone, "Yeah I have to go, thanks again," then Marcel walked from the doorway.
"Your awake," he grinned.
"Yeah and thanks for leaving me alone outside," I said sarcastically.
"I didn't want to wake you up and I had to take this call," he said apologetically.
Marcel sounded different on the phone, not nervous, or stuttering, just like any other guy.
"Before I go, can I see your house," I asked curiously. I thought it would be a good idea since its so big, that way if I come over again I'm not as lost.
"Like a tour?" he chuckled.
I nodded. "It's just it's so big,"
Marcel agreed. He brought me to start at the front door, showing me hallways and rooms-some were empty-showing me guest rooms, dining area, kitchen, bathrooms, then his room.
"This ones mine," he gestured towards the door.
"Can I go in?" I asked already holding the doorknob, "Go ahead," he smiled.
The door opened. His room was pretty clean. There was almost an entire wall filled with books stacked on shelves. His bed took up most of the space. There was a desk and a few other things any other room would have.
I walked over to the books. "You read a lot," I stated. He walked over. "W-well most of them I'v read. I turned to his bedside table. His glasses were there. I picked them up.
"Do you prefer these," I asked putting them on him. He laughed. "No I like the contacts better,"
"I like either one," I smiled. I felt really nervous around Marcel right now. To be honest I should be the one stuttering at how just how stunning he looked.
"W-Why are you staring?" He asked.
"Because your very good looking!" I said. He rolled his eyes.
"I need to go home though," I said. It was Sunday and I still had work to do that had to be turned in tomarrow.
"I'll see you tomarrow right? I can give you a ride in the morning," I said eagerly. I really did like seeing Marcel.
"Yeah that sounds good," he said. I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. "Bye," I smiled shutting the front door behind me.
By the time I got home it was 10:45am. My moms car wasn't here, I found a note on the front hall table.
'Running errands today, xo'
I decided I should probably clean myself up, I was pretty disgusting. I felt sorry that Marcel sat watching me cry all last night.
I got in the shower quickly washing my hair, I changed into sweatpants and a long sleeve blue shirt.
I got Special K out for breakfast and sat at the kitchen table. I finished up and pulled out numerous books that needed to be studied, read and answer questions from.
Marcel would probably of already had this done. I thought. After hours of homework. I was scribbling down answers to questions in my notebook.
I finally finished, dumping everything into the backpack tiredly.
It was 3:30. I plopped down on the couch rubbing my eyes. I was still tired. I started an episode of PLL that I had recorded. I started drifting off after the first fifteen minutes.
-later on-9:30pm-
My mom was ushering me to go to my room to sleep, I couldn't really make out what she was saying at this point but It was something along the lines
'You have school, need to get good grades', and then an input of 'how I couldn't do this on college'.
I made it to my room. Stumbling over onto my bed. Passing out immediately.
Little did I know what Marcel was right now
Authors note. Sorry. This chapters a bit slow, but I have really big plans for the next one, tell me what you think!
