Marcel my love

Ya love still

I would have passed out if I didn't need to be home. The feelings that came to me at that moment were insane. I couldn't comprehend them or explain them. But as far as I could tell for what the girls at my school say its like watching One Directions video dieresis for the first time.

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My mom rushed over to me when I got home. I'm guessing its to see weather or not she could finally call the school.

"What happened?" She said

"I was at a friends." I said cheerfully

"Good. But what happened here!" She said as she look curiously at my cheek.

"Oh. Left over from yesterday. I guess." I said sacredly

"Ok. Well go upstairs and get really for dinner."

I ran up stairs and just lied on my bed . I couldn't breath really. I couldn't see the light of day.

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After school on the bus she sat next to me again and we talk. Like yesterday she in invited me to her house. I text my mom before, so she wouldn't intercept me. I wanted to be with Layla for as long as I could. At this point it was official. I was in love.

"Close your eyes." Layla said when we got to her house.

"Ok" I said sarcastically

Again some rustling and then "open" and we went in. We sat on the couch today inside because it rained over night and it was wet outside.

"Hay Layla?" I said

"Ya?"

"About yesterday" She interrupted me

"Oh. That I'm sorry by the way. We just met and I just kind of like you but I know it was wrong"

"You like me?"

"Um yay. I mean. I'm just sorry" I interrupted her but not by saying something I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in. Are lips touched for the better part of a minute.

I let her go. She look shocked. Like I did yesterday. Nether of us could talk. We just stared at each other. She had this look on her face like I did some thing wrong. So I stood up, grabbed my bag and left before she could say anything.