Marcel

mothers, birds, and bums

Surprisingly, I slept like a baby. Nothing bad had interrupted my dreamless sleep.

Well, that is until now.

“Marcel! Marcie, why did you lock the door?!” I woke up to a pounding on his door, and a woman screeching his name.

“Marcel! Wake up your mom is at the door!” I whispered hurriedly.

“Hmm...” He mumbled, turning to face the other side of the bed. I didn’t want to wake him up from his sleep... he looked so cute with his relaxed lips, leaving a small gape between the two, and his loose curls flopping over his face, and his cute little no-

“MARCEL! Are you even in there?!” His mother screeched again, followed by a few more pounds at his sturdy door.

I grabbed his shoulder and shook him, “No Marcel! Your mom!” His head shot straight up. We both looked at each other with the same worried expression.

“Where do I go!?” I whispered frantically, looking around his room.

“Uh... The loft! Go climb up to the loft and get behind some bean bag chairs!” He whispered back, jumping out of bed.

“Coming mom!” He yelled towards the door.

I sprinted up the ladder and jumped behind a beanbag. He opened the door and his mother pushed herself in, looking around suspiciously.

I tried to keep my breathing steady and soft, but it seemed near impossible. “Why was the door locked, Marcie?” She asked him, wandering around the room, looking behind things and under his bed.

“Uhm… Well last night you see… I was naked and I didn’t want you guys to walk in on me, you know, naked…” He stumbled over his words.

I choked on my laughter, trying not to make a noise. I peeked over the bean bag chair and looked at his fidgety body, standing there in his pink boxers rubbing the back of his neck nervously. If I were his mother, I wouldn’t believe him for a second. Such a bad liar that boy is.

“Honey no need to lock the door. We don’t come up here at night anyways. Think next time… I thought someone was in here with you or something! Ha ha!” She chuckled and patted his shoulder. “Me and your father and heading to the Country Club to join up with our friends again today, probably won’t be home until around seven so you’ll have to entertain yourself for the day! Bye sweetie!” His mother yelled over her shoulder, then swiftly closing the door behind her.

Marcel exhaled loudly and fell onto his bed with a thud.

“That’s like the second time your mom has almost caught us.” I state quietly looking down at him from the edge of his loft.

“I know.” He mumbled into his arm that was lazily thrown over his face. A few seconds passed, and I decided to try to lift the dead weight from the room.

“So you were naked last night, hmm?” I asked with a smirk, followed by a fit of quiet laughter, afraid his mother would come back in, suspecting she heard something.

He glared at me with a small smile like he was trying not to laugh himself, and replied, “Hey, it was the only thing that popped in my mind that sounded realistic.”

I laughed while climbing down the ladder and on to the bed next to him. I laid my head on his chest and my hands palms down under my chin, looking up at his face.

“The birds are my favorite.” I stated.

“What do you mean?” He said, looking at me confused.

“Your tattoos. Out of all of them, the birds on your chest are my favorite.” I took my finger and traced the left bird, slowly and softly. I wish I knew more about birds so I would know the name of this species, it looked so delicate and lovely.

He sighed and looked at the ceiling, letting me take my time tracing the birds beautifully imprinted on his chest. I looked at his face to notice his eyes were shut and he had a small smile creeping at the corners of his mouth. Soft brunette curls were threatening to drop off to the side of his face, down to the tips of his ears. I didn’t know why I found this boy so interesting that I studied his face every chance I got; it’s just something about him that fascinated me, and I have yet to discover what it is.

We spent a reasonable twenty minutes lying on his bed, letting me mindlessly trace his tattoos. First on his chest, then his arm, then his waist…

“Your mom is going to find out sooner or later.” I whispered.

His chest rose again as he took a deep breath, followed by a long exhale. “I know. I just don’t want them finding out anytime soon...” I was confused at his response. Did he not want his family to know?

“Why not…?” I asked.

“My parents see me as a kid who works on his studies 24/7 and they’re proud of me for that… and if they find out that I now have something to distract me, I’m afraid they will make me stop being able to see you. Being parents, if they notice something you excel in, then all of the sudden it increasingly drops below your rate before, even if it’s not a bad rate, I guess they feel disappointed because they know you are capable of doing better." He confessed.

I then understood why he was hesitant at first. I smiled inside because of his words, ‘keep me away from you’ like he felt it was hard to keep away. I sighed through my nose and put my forehead down on his chest.

“What are we going to do?” I asked, puckering my lips out far enough to where they barely graze the skin that separates the two lovely looking birds I unfortunately don’t know the name of. I wondered how birds fall in love… do they go on dates and get married? Does it mean that much to them at all? I put my thoughts aside about bird love and listened to Marcel speak.

“I guess just try to keep it all away from my parents for now… see where it leads. And if they find out, they find out. We will just have to work around it.” He said, followed by him leaning down and kissing me on the top of my head.

I involuntarily closed my eyes at the contact of his smooth lips to my forehead. Even after seconds of his lips escaped from the touch, I still felt the tingling sensation it gives me in the exact spot of contact. And After a few moments, the feeling fades away, like when you yell into something deep and an echo booms, and then slowly gets quieter and quieter, until it is no more. A small smile crept on my face as I thought about it.

“I have boxing at 11 today. You can come or I can drop you off somewhere,” He suggested, “It’s not very entertaining.”

“I want to see what this boy’s got when it comes to boxing.” I said smiling.

I poked his nose and lifted myself off of him, then walked over to my clothes that were hidden in the closet. I could feel his eyes burning through me as I walked, and I smirked knowing what he was looking at. I retrieved my clothes from the floor and started to slip my shorts on.

“You might want to get dressed yourself, watching me won’t help you any.” I smirked at his surprised expression, obviously clear that he didn’t know I knew he was watching me. I slapped myself on the bum teasingly, making him laugh.

“Damn it, I always get caught.” He mumbled jokingly, flashing his usual award winning smile at me.

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