Chapter 6.
-Marcel's POV-
After exchanging numbers, I went to my next class. Gym. I'm not saying I hate it, but, I'm not very good at sports. I always end up getting hurt...
I walk to the locker room and get changed into a pair of basketball shorts and a grey shirt. Of course, I had to take my glasses off; just in case. You never know. I knew that the gel in my hair would get everywhere, so I quickly washed it out. My hair is naturally curly by the way.
I walk out to the gym and see Liam and Niall talking. They walk over towards me.
"Hey Hazza!" Niall says.
Uhm. What? He thinks I'm...Harry.
"Uh..hey..." I say back.
"You sound different. Your voice is higher?" Liam says.
Just then I see Harry walking to us.
"Hey guys." He greets.
"Harry? Wait...Who's this then?" Niall says confused.
"I'm...Marcel..." I let out quietly.
"Marcel?!" They all shout out shocked.
This is awkward.
I nod. "Holy shit man, I'm sorry. I thought you were Harry. You, Edward, and him look alike! It's crazy!" Niall says.
Liam is still shocked. "Are you sure you aren't triplets?"
Harry and I look at each other, but I look away.
"N-not that I know of..." I say looking down.
"Besides, that'd be impossible! Edward is and orphan! My life is, like, perfect! And Marcel? He's just...Marcel." Harry shouts but lowers his voice at the last part.
What's wrong with 'Marcel'? The way he said my name was kind of hurtful. But...I'm use to it.
"That was a bit rude, don't you think?" Liam asked.
Harry shrugs. Him and Niall walk away to the end of the gym where everyone was at. So does Liam. He turns around to see me.
"You coming Marc?" He asks. Marc? I like that.
I nod and quickly walk to them and everyone else. I stand between Liam and Harry. Harry and I get numerous looks of confusion. I don't blame them. Once again. We look exactly alike. It's so weird. Awkward...
*After school, waiting to leave*
-Edward's POV-
I get on the bus and wait for everyone else. I see Niall get on, he sits next to me. I send him a glare.
"We met on the bus, hmm?"
Niall looks at me, eyes full of guilt. "Look, I'm sorry about that. It's just...Nobody knows I'm an orphan..."
I give him a confused look. "Why?" I say rather harshly. That's just me. Harsh.
"Because...I'm afraid if I do, they'll treat me differently." The innocent Irish boy answers.
I understand where he's coming from. I've been there. I know. I felt if I told people, they'd give me special treatment. But...they didn't. So now I just don't care..
"Aren't you afraid? That they'll find out?" I asked.
Niall sighs then looks me straight in the eyes. "Everyday," He says quietly. "but...they've known me since secondary school...I've been hiding it since then. I can still hide it now." He continued.
"If you say so." I shrug.
We finally get dropped off down the street from the orphanage. Then I get a text message.
'Hey Edward, It's Harry. You wanna come over and work on our project?'
I sigh and simply reply. 'Address?'
He texts me his address. Great. How am I suppose to get there. I guess I'll just walk.
-Harry's POV-
"Hey, Dad? Is it okay if I have a couple friends from school come over for a project?" I ask my father, who was sitting on the couch reading the paper.
He looks up from his paper, "Of course, son. As long as it's just a couple." He smiles.
"I promise. Thanks dad. Oh, and by the way...Uhm...They look exactly like me...and we have the same last name..." Awkward much?
He tenses up for some reason. "W-what? What are their names?" He asks some what nervous.
"Edward and Marcel? Why?" I ask.
"Uh...no reason." He quickly goes upstairs. Weird.
Just then, Gemma walks through the door. "Hey Gem, I'm having a couple friends over. They look exactly like me, so don't freak out." I say calmly.
Her eyes widen. "Uh okay...uhm...I have to...uh go." And with that she walks straight back out the house.
What is up with them?
I hear a knock on the door. I look through the peek hole and see Marcel. Man he's such a geek. Oh well.
"Hey Marcel!" I greet. He smiles politely.
"H-hi." He stutters. Life must be hell for him...
After we talk for a little, Edward knocks.
"You're late." I say as nicely as possible.
"Well, I did walk." He sasses.
"Let's get started."
I had the feeling in my stomach again. The one where you know something bad is about to happen...
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