Marcel

Marcel imagine:

"Marcel, you promised that if i went on a date with you, then you'd go clubbing with me. We went on a date yesterday, so tonight it's my turn." i said as we pulled in my driveway. Marcel was one of the nerdiest boys at school, but when he asked me out i felt like i was obligated to go; so i can help him come out of his shell a little bit at least.

"But clubbing isn't my crowd, i don't fit in there." he whined.

"And its my job to make you look like you fit in there. We are going to borrow some of my older brothers clothes to make you look good, we are going to let you brown locks loose from that hair gel, and we are going to make you look amazing," I convinced him. "Now come with me."

We opened the front door to my house and I led him to my brothers room. "My brother isn't home until tomorrow so if we just borrow some clothes and return them before he comes back, he wont even notice they were ever gone." I looked through his clothes trying to find the perfect outfit.

" How 'bout this?" I slid a black v-neck off the hanger and threw it at him. He just looked at it and said, "well, if you think it'll look okay on me then sure," I smiled at him then looked through his pants. "hmm... what to choose, what to choose... how bout just a regular pair of jeans?" I picked them off the hanger and threw them in his hands. I grabbed some black aviators from my brothers bed side table and a cross necklace for a little touch.

I grabbed Marcel's arm and drug him into my room, where I threw him into by bathroom and told him to wash the gel out of his hair and get changed. In the meantime, I decided to go ahead and get dressed.

I shifted through my closet and looked around before I found one of my old dresses Ive never worn. it was a black dress with a low back and a single strap that went around the neck line and joined on the other side. I slipped it on and went over to my mirror and started to curl my hair.

"Are you alright in there, Marcel? its been like twenty minutes." i called to the bathroom.

"Yeah," he answered, "It's just that i feel foolish. This doesn't look like my style at all." he sounded less confident then what i was hoping.

"Well come out here and show me what you've got. Maybe i can help." the bathroom door creaked open and out came Marcel, adjusting the pants so they weren't riding low.

My mouth fell open; its like i was looking at a whole new person. i never knew he had such beautiful curly hair under all that hair gel. I accidentally dropped my curling iron and it burned my leg. "shit! ouch." Marcel hurried back into the bathroom and got a cold wet rag and set it on my burn.

" Thanks... Marcel." i couldn't stop staring at him. He looked gorgeous.

"It looks bad doesn't it? I knew i shouldn't have agreed to do this. I'm going to go back and change then-"

"No, Marcel you look awesome." I confessed.

I knew I was going to try to make him look hot.. i didn't know it would actually work. "Really?... i feel dumb." he said, looking down at his body.

"Well you definitely don't look dumb."

I left the room and got my brothers leather jacket he doesn't wear that often anymore from his closet and came back, holding it up for Marcel to see. "Now for the final touch." i said with a smirk, knowing Marcel wouldn't approve.

"oh no no no, absolutely no-"

" Just try it, please?" i pleaded, while grabbing his surprisingly muscular arm and slipping it into the sleeve of his jacket, then the other one. I walked around to the front of his body and adjusted it to his chest. We were at an incredibly close distance; I hadn't seemed to notice until I could hear his racing heart beat.