Marcel Styles (Completed)

Chapter 2

Juliet's POV

"Who's Harry?"

Marcel goes pale and hesitates.

"M-my brother" he answers.

"Is your family British?"

"Yeah."

"Are you the only one without an accent?"

He nods.

"Let's g-get started" Marcel says, changing the subject.

"Marcel, tell me the truth?"

"I am."

"No. No you're not."

"Let's start with math."

"Marcel..."

"WHAT?!? W-What am I s-supposed to s-say, Juliet? W-What is it that you want t-to know s-so b-badly?"

"I want the truth. You can trust me. I promise."

"I can't. I'm sorry. Maybe not today but another time. A time when I know you better."

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I still don't know what's going on with Marcel. He's getting more comfortable around me, but he won't tell me the truth. I care about him, probably more than he cares about me.

"Hey Juliet" Marcel says.

"Hey."

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"You sure?"

I nod.

"Okay."

"Hey Marcel, your birthday is tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah."

"What are you doing for it?"

"I don't have any plans."

"Oh. Okay."

"I've got to head to the uh... the library. You want to come?"

"No. I'll see you later."

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Marcel's POV

(the next day)

Juliet wasn't at school today. I hope she's okay. I mean, shes my friend. Of course I'm going to worry. Yup, shes a friend, just a friend.

"Mum, I'm home" I yell.

"SURPRISE!"

Gemma, Mum, and Juliet pop up from behind the couch.

"Happy birthday Marcel" Juliet says.

I immediately change to my American accent, hoping she didn't hear my usual, British voice earlier.

"Thank you!"

A smile forces itself onto my face.

"This is from me" Gemma says, handing me a box.

I rip it open, and there's notebook in it, along with a gift card to a week of music lessons. I hug and thank her.

"Now mine" mum adds.

It's a little basket covered with a blanket. I lift up the blanket and find a kitten.

"Oh wow. Thanks mom!"

"What's her name going to be" she asks.

"Molly" I state.

"One more" Juliet says, handing me a box.

"Juliet, you shouldn't have."

"But I did."

I look down at the box and begin to open it. Inside are a few things.

1. a gift card to TGI Friday's

2. a notebook

3. a laptop

"Juliet, no. I cant except this. You probably spent so much money!"

"I dont care. It's for my best friend!"

I smile and pull her in for a big hug.

"Thank you so much Juliet!"

"No problem" she says once we separate.

"Harry, this is for you and Juliet" my mom tells me, handing me a box.

I send her a glare.

"Harry" Juliet asks.

I go pale.

"Oh uh, sorry. I meant Marcel. He looks a lot like his older brother, Harry. I mustve mixed them up by accident. Sorry for the confusion, Juliet."

Juliet doesn't seem convinced. Maybe because of my reaction? That's twice today that my secret almost got out. Too close.

"Here, open it" she insists, trying to ignore what just happened.

I open the small box and find two concert tickets inside.

"Concert tickets to Coldplay? Thanks mum!"

"What's going on" Juliet asks.

Just then, I realise I spoke in my usual voice. I panic and run upstairs and into my room.

Juliet's POV

I follow Marcel upstairs. I knock on his door.

"Marcel, open up" I say.

No answer. I manage to get the door open and walk over to Marcel's bed.

"Hey, Marcel, what's wrong?"

"I didn't want anybody to know" he yells in a British accent.

"To know what?"

He sits up and I sit next to him.

"My name isn't Marcel. It's Harry. Also, I'm British."

"There's nothing wrong with that!"

"But at my other school, I was bullied for those things, and for being a nerd."

"So what? That doesn't mean you should hide who you are! Harry or Marcel, British or American, geek or not, you are still the amazing person I know."

I stare into his green eyes and find him leaning in. I lean in too. Soon enough, our lips connect. Marcel, I mean Harry, pulls away.

"I-I'm sorry M... Harry."

He looks at me and reconnects our lips. He likes me back.