Do You Remember Me? [Marcel Styles FanFic]

Maybe I Have A Chance!

**Marcel's POV**

I woke up on this fine sunday morning. I got dressed and ready for my day. I decided to go and visit Alison, Like I always do on Sundays.

When I walked up the steps to her house, I noticed there was a note on the front door. It read:

Dear Whoever,

Hey guys! Its me Alison. If you're reading this, that means that I've moved out of this house. I moved out of the city. I have moved out of the country. I now live on 132 Calabasas Drive, Los Angeles, California USA.

If this is you Alexis, I already told you that I was moving. So you should'nt be suprised
However, If this isnt alison,.Then Ive moved to the address above. Don't bother coming to my new house unless i know you and actually like you. unlike Marcel. 

Okay, well Bye! See ya later!

Alison.

Wow, I can't believe that she moved. I felt the tears prick my eyes. I took the note hoping no one else has seeen it and I walked back home. I was so upset. The note was getting more soaked by the minute because of my constant sobbing. I know you're wondering, why ami I crying? Well, I love Alison. I was going to ask her to Prom but then she just leaves out of nowhere.

When I got home, I ran straight upsatirs into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and thought long and hard. Am I really happy with myself? No. Do I think I should change? Yes. I don't like being a Nerd anymore. I wanna be able to talk to girls without them bullying me. I want a more mean attitude. I want to change and that's exactly what I'm going to do.

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I walked into the Tattoo parlor here Cheshire. "Hey, How are you today?" The tattoo lady said. She was really fit. But she wasn't my type. "Hello, I would like to get my first tattoo please." I said. She just licked her lips and walked behind the counter and pulled out a huge binder of tattoos that people have previously gotten. "Would you like to take a look through these books or do you have one that you already want?" She asked. "I have the one i want right here." I said. I pulled out a Star tattoo. I can't believe that I'm about to get my first tattoo. " Okay, are you ready?" She asked me. "Yup." I said. I took a seat in the chair pulled up my sleave and gave her my arm. She decided to do it on my bicep. She also recommended going to work out at a gym to make the tattoo stand out more. "Okay, it's going to feeling like a million tiny shots. But since you want it this big, it'll only take me a couple minutes." She said. Maybe she was pro at doing bigger tattoos. She turned on the needle and put the ink on, and Attacked my skin.

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"Mom, I'm home!" I yelled. I took off my shoes and just left them there, not really caring. "In the kitchen." She yelled. "Where did you go?" She asked with her back to me. "Look, what I got!" I said. She turned around and gasped. "When the hell did you get that?!" She yelled. "Right now, I was upset about something so i decided to get one. " I explained. "Honey, just because you're upset, doesn't mean that You have to go and get a tattoo." She explained to me. "Well, I wanted it. So now I have what I want." I responded. "Okay, whatever you wish." She said turning around to finsh her cooking.

I ran upstairs into my room and grabbed some more money, I looked into the shoe box under my bed and found my secret savings. It had about five thousand pounds saved up. I looked into my other savings jar on my desk and looked at my balance. The jar read: 3,289 pounds. yes! Now I have 8-9 thousand punds saved up. I  ran back downstairs and Put my shoes back on. "Hey mum, I'm going back to the tattoo parlor!" I yelled. "Why?!" She asked. "I'm going to get some piercings. "I smiled before leaving the house.