Marcel

Chapter 8

A/N: Marcel has the same tattoos as Harry does. :) I'm falling for Marcel and I'm writing about him! Oh my, sorry for any feels throughout this fanfic.

We're in the car with the heat blasting on us. We haven't driven away yet, we're just sitting here in silence trying to warm up. I breathe on my hands and rub them together. Cami squeezes her damp hair and hugs her legs close to her chest.

She looks over at me, “So why do you have so many tattoos? I never would've guessed you'd have them...”

I take a deep breath, “It's my way of letting emotions and pain out. I don't cut or starve myself, I get inked or write poetry. All these tattoos, they're there for a reason. Each one is a different moment in my life where I've felt a strong emotion, so I'll never forget how I felt at that time. It's permanent. A permanent reminder of what I'm going through. A reminder to keep going, that I've already made it through so much, I shouldn't give up... I've wanted to give up so many times but then I look at all these, and they give me hope. It's like a timeline of events inked on my skin. No one bothers to listen, so I etch them into my skin. Maybe then they'll notice...”

She sits silently, “I never thought of it that way...”

“You see this one, “I can't change,” it's saying that I'm not going to change my personality. And this one, “Things I can” and “Things I can't,” I categorized my tattoos into those... Most are on the things I can't side... I like the butterfly the best because butterflies go through metamorphosis and become beautiful. I believe that I'll go through metamorphosis someday and I won't be a nerd anymore...”

Cami sympathetically smiles at me, “I think you're fine the way you are.”

I look down, “No one else does.”

She reaches over and puts her hand on my arm, “They will, Marcel. Someday. I think you're tattoos are beautiful and the meaning behind them all... It's fascinating. Tell me more,” she says, leaning her head on my shoulder.

So I tell her all about them. I tell her how I feel like I'm trapped in a cage, just waiting to escape. I tell her how the ship is there to keep me sailing and afloat. I tell her how the hanger is there because I'm judged by my appearance and not what's on the inside. I tell her everything.

And she listens.

When I'm finished, Cami looks up at me, “They're like a puzzle, you just have to fit the pieces together,” she whispers.

“Exactly.”

“How has no one solved it yet?”

“No one has seen them yet. I wear long sleeves everyday.”

“I think it's interesting and beautiful and a puzzle worth being solved. I never realized how tattoos can describe someones life.”

“You just have to pay attention. Behind people's perceptions, there's a whole different person. People don't really know the real you until they try to solve your puzzle. You have to search to find people's true selves, some deeper than others. But everyone has a story, you just have to care enough to read it.”

*

A few hours later, I wake up with Cami's head still on my shoulder. It's 2 AM.

“Cami,” I whisper. She looks so peaceful, “Cam.”

She moves slightly and flutters her eyes open, “Marcel?” she asks confused, “What the-”

“We're still in my car. We must've fallen asleep.”

She realizes where she is and she bolts upright, “My mom is gonna kill me. I was supposed to be home at 10.”

“I'll take you home right now,” I tell her.

“We're gonna have to sneak in.”

I drive to Cami's house, no one else is out at this time. It's weird being out this late. I've never done this before. I feel rebellious.

“Stop here,” Cami says when we're almost down her street, “I don't want my mom to see the headlights.”

We get out of the car and slowly walk to her house. I feel creepy just strolling in the darkness and sneaking her into her house.

“I'm gonna climb the tree,” she says, “Give me a boost.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“I'd rather have the consequences in the morning than now. My mom is not a night person.”

I obediently link my hands together, creating a step for Cami. She jumps up and grabs on the tree. She skillfully climbs up, she must've climbed trees as a kid. Once she's on the top branch, she opens up her window and jumps inside. It seems like she's done this before, she did it so simply. She gives me a thumbs up, “Thanks for tonight, Marcel!” she whispers.

I smile, “No problem. Thanks for coming along.”

“I'll see you tomorrow! Goodnight!”

The last thing I see before she shuts the window is her smile.

It feels nice to make someone happy for a change.

I'm finally doing something right.

DO YOU HEAR THAT? IT'S ME IN THE CORNER FROM FEELS FROM THIS CHAPTER. AND I'M LISTENING TO SONGS THAT ARE PERFECT FOR THIS CHAPTER OMG.

I hope you all like this chapter! Sorry it's short, but I thought the writing would make up for the size. What's been your favorite chapter so far? And once again, thank you so much for reading. I love y'all. Don't forget to comment with feedback! Your comments make me smile! :) I thought I'd maybe get 100 reads and I have 2.4k. Thank you so much. <3