Marcel

the next morning

i woke up to movement in my bed.

i looked over to see a sleeping Marcel next to me, arm draped over my waist. I sighed and buried my head in his chest, putting my arm around  to the top if his shoulder.

"good morning beautiful. This headache is horrible oh my god." he groaned.

"how come you didn't tell me you had tattoos? Or that you knew how to do all that?" I asked.

A couple of seconds of silence passed before he sighed and quietly said, "I've never told anyone. I've never told anyone about why I have them." I could feel his heart beat slowly get quicker.

"Don't be nervous Marcel." I said as I looked up as his sparkling eyes.

Tears were collected in his lower lash line. reached up and slowly wiped a single tear running down his face.

"My sister," he sniffed. "when she was 16, her and her friend were driving on their way back from some stupid house party. It was her first one she had gone to, and of course there was alcohol there. Well she and her friend got wasted and drove home, but got in a wreck. My sister died, her friend survived."

I was speechless. "Marcel.. I had no idea.."

"She loved to draw," he continued, "she drew all different kinds of stuff. She drew more than half my tattoos. i felt like it was obligated to put them on me because it means that she's still with me even when she's gone. For my 16th birthday I had them get tatted on. And she is the reason i spend all my time in books and studying; I feel like I need to be like her. she was brilliant, always made my parents  proud. Me on the other hand.. I was just a 14 year old who could care less about school. That is until we moved right after the accident.. I felt like at my new school, I would try my hardest to be like her. So here i am, getting picked on at school because I want to be just like my sister."

by now he had multiple tears, as did I. I  wrapped my arms around him and hugged him so tight, letting him pour on my shoulder.

"I shouldn't be crying, this happened four years ago.." he whispered.

"Yes you should. I would cry every day if I were in your position. Marcel I'm so sorry about your sister.." I said quietly back. "But I think I have a theory as to how we can stop the haters." I looked and wiped his tears off his face.

He sniffed and smiled at me. "And what is this fantastic theory?"

I grabbed the sheets and wrapped them around my body. "Go grab some clothes from my brothers room and put them on, I don't care if he gets mad. I've got a good day planned out for us."

He smiled and walked out the door before popping his head back in and saying, "There's no use in wrapping that sheet around you babe, I've already seen you naked." He winked at me then left, leaving me with my jaw on the floor.

I don't know where this new confident, hot Marcel came from... but I like it.

I hopped in the shower really quick, then got out and dressed myself in some jean shorts and a high waisted black tank top, then threw my hair in a bun and did my mascara and eyeliner. I put on some black sandals and my Ray Bans, and walked across the hall to go see how Marcel is doing. I walked in to see Marcel in an American flag tank and jean shorts.

"You did well, young grasshopper."

He looked away from the mirror and smiled saying, "This is the first time I've worn something that showed my tattoos in forever."

i walked over to him and put one arm around his waist, looking in the mirror, and said, "well they make you look like a hot bad boy." I leaned up and pecked his cheek before grabbing his hand and leading him out the front door and to my car.

"So where are we going again?" he asked.

I smiled at him and said, "we, my friend, are going shopping."

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