Marcel Is Not His Name

Chapter Seven: Sleepless Nights

I woke up with a grogginess that could only be explained by a lack of sleep. Cameron was twisting and turning in bed all night. To the point where I was tempted to push him out of the bed. I turned around to look at him, only to see an empty space. Maybe he finally fell off the bed...

My eyes quickly drifted towards my alarm clock to see the time--3:42. Still half asleep, I headed down the dark staircase because I was starving and wanted food. Unlike Cameron my family didn't have a chef, don't get me wrong we could have one if we wanted one, but my mom thinks that I should carry enough responsibility to feed myself. It's not that hard to make food, because twice every week our maid, Greta, goes out and buys us groceries.

I was about halfway down the freaky staircase before I heard the voices. First, was my mother's voice. I initially thought that she was on a late-night call again, like almost every night. But, only seconds after she spoke, I heard Cameron's voice as well. Since I'm a naturally curious person, I snuck up to the kitchen door and stood outside of it, listening.

"Cameron, I'm so sorry to hear about your parents divorce. I just want you to know you always have a home here. I know sage loves having you around. I hope you that know you are always welcome here." There was tenderness in my mother's voice. The kind that only got pulled out when a special disaster hits.

"I know," he responded. "Thank you, Mrs. Powell."

"It's no problem at all. Sage absolutely loves you. I even think sometimes that-" Before she could continue, I barged into the kitchen and pretended to yawn.

"Oh! Hi Mom, hey Cam." I greeted. Their heads turned, now paying attention to me.

"Hi, Honey." She greeted back. "Well, I had a very long day at work so I'm going to go to sleep. Goodnight guys."

"Goodnight, Mom."

"Goodnight, Mrs. Powell."

My mom turned away from the two of us and began to walk down the hallway to her bedroom.

"Did we wake you up?" Cameron asked quietly.

"No, my hangry attitude woke me up."

"Hangry?"

"I'm angry because I'm hungry." I explained. "It's quite a common condition in teenagers. I'm surprised you haven't gone through it yet."

"Maybe I'm just the exception." He said unfocused. Not that there was anything to really focus on, but he just seemed kind of out of it. I wondered if it has to do with what my mom was saying.

I just ignored him and grabbed an orange juice and slowly began to climb the stairs up to my room. I could hear Cameron quietly following me.

"I'm gonna stay up for a while. Maybe surf the Internet." Cameron announced while grabbing my laptop and logging on.

"Suit yourself." I replied, climbing into my bed once again.

Later that night, I felt Cameron getting back into bed. It was around four in the morning and it was only hours before my waking time. Poor Cam will be full of lassitude all day because he didn't go back to bed sooner.

I dreamt of confusion. Mine, along with others was everywhere. When awake my mind was busy with problems belonging to Cameron, but when asleep in dream, my brain wondered. Why was Sebastian here? The last time I had seen him was when I spent the past summer in Venice with my aunt and her family. What seemed like forever ago was only a matter of weeks. I had spent most of June and July with my aunt and company. Sebastian being here was no coincidence, but how? While I was away, I never spoke of California to anyone—with the exception of my brother that is. All the rest knew of me was simply that I came from the states.

A/N

Hey guys!!! It's Alexandra, I'm one of the two writers on this story. Sorry that this chapter is so incredibly short, and that it took so long to update. Since there's two authors, it's hard to get everything written and approved of in a short period of time. Starting now me and my co-writer, Elizabeth, will be doing our best to update every other Wednesday. The updates may come sooner if the chapter is finished earlier. Elizabeth, and I are soooooooooooo extremely grateful for all who read Marcel Is Not His Name. If you have any suggestions about what you want to come up in the story let us know and maybe it will come up. Also, let us know in the comments who your ships are, because we would love to know!

--------------- Alexandra Xoxo