Monday comes sooner than I think and Marcel wears the clothes I bought him. He got contacts too, and tousled his hair. "Hey Isabella!" He greets me with a hug. I take a picture of us at my locker and another a little further down the hall. "Why so quiet?" He turns to me.
"Nothing. Just, have you ever started something but never expected to? And now you don't know if you did a good thing or a bad thing? If you're Shallow or deep?" I ask.
"Well that was deep. Are you talking about being friends with me?" Marcel guesses.
"Sort of. I only thought I was being friendly, but then I realized I wanted to be your friend, and here we are best friends. But I changed you, so I don't know if I'm being shallow." I said quietly.
"Isabella," He pulls me off to the side and sits on a bench with me, "You gave up all your friends, stood up for me, got suspended for me, and you stopped the bullying. You've given me the world and a best friend while you sacrificed more than I could have ever asked for. People want to be friends with me, girls want to date me now, but I know they're the shallow ones, not you. You took a chance on me before you knew me, they never did." I look deep into his brown eyes as he speaks. Gosh he's so beautiful.
"Marcel what's you're favorite song?" I ask out of no where.
"Well that's random. But if you must know it's Mr. Brightside by The Killers. Why?" He tilts his head curiously.
"I wanted to hear you speak some more." I mumble.
"Come on," He laughs, grabbing my hand and pulling me to class.
He sits right next to me as usual but this time there's girls swooning over him. I pull out my notebook and scribble away as usual. Maybe if I act like everything's the same as any other day it will feel like it too.
"What is that? I always see you writing in it," He grabs it and I watch him read. "I don't get it." He hands it to me with a puzzled expression.
"They're just lyrics from songs. I'm a music addict and so when I'm listening to a song and I really feel it, I write it out in here. Or if I have a song stuck in my head, I'll write that in here instead. Sometimes I'll draw pictures with them too. It's just how I express myself." I explain.
"What song is stuck in your head now?" He asks
"Not stuck in my head... playing from my heart," I reply.
"Well what song is playing from your heart?" He pushes.
"Mr. Brightside." I look him dead in the eye.
His response throws me off guard completely. He smirks. He actually smirks. And that's not all. Then. Then, he grabs my notebook, opens it to the page I last wrote on, the one with the Mr. Brightside lyrics, and writes something. Before I can see what he wrote he closes the notebook and returns it to me, still smirking. He looks to the front of the class at the teacher as the lesson begins.
I open my notebook and find he has written "Marcel + Isabella = Forever" in a big heart. I look over too him and fight a huge blush from creeping onto my cheeks.
The teacher drones on and soon the bell rings. I grab my books as Marcel waits for my by the door. When I reach him he draps his arm over my shoulders, "Ready for lunch?" He asks.
"Yeah, I guess. Uhm, Marcel? What did you mean by that picture?" I draw out carefully.
"We're best friends, I was hoping we'd be best friends forever." He states.
"Yeah but there was a heart," I add.
"Well duh, I care about you and you care about me two, that's what friends do," he smiles like I'm being silly.
"But... A heart means lo-" I choke on the word and he stops abruptly. His arm drops from my shoulders.
"Let's talk about this later okay?" He finally says. I nod as we continue to lunch. We sit down with our trays and he ignores the posse of girls behind him trying to get his attention. "So you love music huh?" He starts, biting into his apple.
"Yeah. To be honest, how I know I like a song is I feel it in my soul. Like I could dance to it or move to it you know?" I reply feeling like an idiot. Why did I say that? I sound so... so corny.
"That's deep. You know, you're a very deep person when you get down to it. Anyways, what's you're favorite song?" He takes another bite of his apple.
"Well I don't really have one, it's too difficult to choose. But instead of a favorite song, imagine all song's dissected into parts, like chorus's and verses, if I had to choose I know which would be my favorite." I say. I feel like I'm reading too much into this conversation.
"Really? What would that be? By the way, I've never heard such an answer, I like the way you think." He smiles.
"Well I'd pick Zayn's solo from Moments." I go on. Our conversation is soon interupted by a skanky blonde girl with her tits falling out of her shirt. She leans on the edge of the table ignoring the fact that I'm there and smiles a fake smile at Marcel.
"Marcel baby!" She purrs, "Here's my number, call me so we can hit the night up." She winks, pulling out a piece of paper for him to grab. When he doesn't grab it she sets it next to his tray and walks off. Marcel is still looking at me and it seems like ages since he speaks again.
"As I was saying. You are brilliant, you know that?" He digs into his lunch as I wonder what just happened. For the rest of lunch we eat in silence and he never acknowledges the piece of paper with the girl's number.
He gets up to leave and I speak up, "Marcel aren't you going to grab her number?" He looks from me to the paper and shakes his head.
"I don't need it." He grabs my hand and walks me to my next class. "Learn something," He smiles, kissing my forehead and walking away.
