The Change (Marcel Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

"Marcel!"

"Marcel!"

"Marcel wake up! We have to go soon" i hear my mom yell from downstairs. By the smell of eggs and waffles i can tell she's in the kitchen making breakfast.

I slide out of bed feeling like i haven't slept in ages.

When i finish getting ready, i hear my mom calling my name again.

"Marcel get up!"

"Calm down mom! Im up" i yell equally as loud back to her. I grab my phone and head downstairs joining my mom in the kitchen.

" i think i might need hearing aids by the way you yelled at me to get down here" i joke to my mom but she doesn't laugh since she's to busy preparing everything for my brothers arrival.

"Mom, you don't have to try so hard. It's just spencer. Not the president." She looks at me giving me a small laugh as i shove my face with bread rolls.

When my mom's done doing everything she can to make the house tidy we head out the door and drive straight to the airport.

"How do you think he looks like now?" I ask my mom trying to calm her nerves.

"I bet he's just as handsome as you." She smiles. I decide not to say anything about it so i don't start a round of world war II in the car. Spencer's always been the attractive one compared to me. Well when I'm compared to anyone the other person is more attractive than me. The drive to the airport is quiet with a couple of small talk here and there with my mom, and for the rest of the drive we stay in silence listening to The Fray and The Beatles.

When we finally get there we drive around back and forth looking for a parking spot. We finally find one on the fourth floor and we head down in the elevator. The airport is surrounded with people and it's nearly impossible to find my brother. The are children running around with their parents chasing after them and people searching for their suitcases. My eyes scan around looking for spencer but I can't seem to find it. It would really help if I knew how he looked like now, I try and remember how he looked liked when he was just fourteen but the sound of my mom shrieking and bursting into tears makes me lose my train of thought. I turn around finding a tall and muscular guy wrapping her into his arms. His hair is hidden in a beanie and he is wearing a white t-shirt showing off his muscles and a pair of dark blue jeans. After he let's go of my mom he turns to me. His eyes are glossy. He's holding back the tears as he walks up to me wrapping his arms around me.

"Woah Marcel, You haven't changed a bit." he says pulling away from me.

"T-thanks." I manage to say. We stand face to face for a couple of minutes not knowing what to say to each other.

"why don't we put your things in the car spencer and head home. I'm sure you're tired." my mom says interrupting the awkward silence. We both nod and head to the car. The drive back home was completely silent, minus the radio. Not one of us had the courage to speak. It's not that I don't want to talk to my brother. I just don't know what to say. When we get home I remind my brother were everything is and follow him up to his room to help him unpack. He doesn't have much. Just a small bag that seems like it can hold up to about four outfits. I sit awkwardly on the bed examining my brother. He's nothing like me, he's looks confident, muscular, He's good-looking. Everything I'm not.

"stop the staring and help me hang these up, yea?" he hands me some hangers. I give him a small nod taking the hangers from his hands. "how is it over here?" he continues.

"erm, it's good I guess. I haven't really done much but hang out with my friend Leeroy and study." he laughs at my response and continues to unpack.