Chapter 10

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***Marcel's POV***

It was almost winter break and it's still not snowing. It was raining cats and dogs and I was cold. I put on a plain white tee, grey sweatpants, and a grey beanie. My feet were extremely cold so I put on my white converse and turned up the heat. I sat on the couch and went on instagram. Nothing very interesting. I never really posted anything because I didn't need cyberbullying as well. I decided to look up Stephanie's instagram. It was @stephaniee_hemmings...okay. She's obsessed with a band called 5SOS but her favorite is Luke Hemmings. She is an ultimate fangirl. She even has an instagram, tumblr, wattpad, twitter, AND blog dedicated to them. What's next? Snapchat? I didn't really mind but it's kinda weird. Sometimes she starts screaming if a new song came out and I think she's dying or something. I hear a knock at the door. It couldn't be my mom. She's always busy at work so she comes home late. The knock is now a pound. I open the door and I see Stephanie, her head held low. She was drenched in water and her shirt was so wet it was see through. Her neon pink bra was as visible as her breasts. "Stephanie?! Why are you out here in nothing but a tank top? You must be freezing!" She looked up at me and her mascara is running down her face. She grabs hold of me and sobs into my t-shirt. Her cries were muffled by my chest. I wrapped my arms around her. "Shhhh, Stephanie. Calm down." Her crying went down a bit as she relaxed in my arms. "Now tell me, what's wrong?"

"My sister died." She said as her big blue eyes stared into mine. Her eyes were glossy with tears.

"Oh, I'm so sorry...so did mine."

"I'm sorry." She said sympathetically.

"It's okay. Everything happens for a reason. Come on, let's get you some dry clothes." I went up to my sister's old room and grabbed her black Ramones shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, a pair of black fuzzy slipper socks, and the Jack Wills hoodie I let my sister borrow once. I'm pretty bad at picking out girl's clothes.

"Marcel, is this your sister's room?"

"Yeah why?"

"I'm not sure I should wear her clothes. It would be disrespectful."

"It's fine. You and her probably would've gotten along pretty well." She removed her clothes and put the dry clothes on. Her Victoria Secret panties fit well on her. Stop Marcel. Don't think like that, it's wrong.

"How do I look?"

"Beautiful. Uh, I mean great. You look great." She smiled lightly at my humor. I could tell she was still hurt. "Want to watch a movie to take your mind off things?" I suggested.

"Ok. What movie?"

"Pitch Perfect?"

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"I wish I could sing like that." Stephanie said as she heard the red-headed girl sing "Titanium".

"Why? You're voice is great."

"It's okay but it's not great. I just wish I could sing that high."

"It is great. It's pitch perfect." She giggled at my stupid joke.

"I should be leaving Marcel. I don't want my mother to worry. Thank you so much for taking my mind off things. We should do this more often."

"Anything for you. After all, you look out for me as well."

"Haha, I guess I do...Marcel?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why do you dress differently outside of school? Both looks are great but why?"

"I don't know. I guess I just want to be different, you know? I don't want people to judge me for who I am. I rather they judge me for who I'm not. Does that make any sense?"

"Perfect sense. And I think you look hot how you are. It's a sorta hipster look. The glasses really bring everything together. Well, I have to go now. See you tomorrow." She smiled and made her way out the door.

"I love you." I said. But she was already half way across the street.

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Omg you guys I'm so sorry I haven't been updating. School starts in a week and I need to finish my projects. Also, I tried to update yesterday but my dad didn't pay the phone bill until today cuz his paycheck just came.

Anywhore, don't get mad if I don't update often because I'm trying to improve my grades and I'm on the Varsity Soccer team for my school. Plus, I'm in gifted honors classes so imagine the loads of homework I get everyday.

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