Mocked: A Marcel Fanfic

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-One


Veronica talks animatedly as we drive back towards the optometrist's office. My contacts should be ready by now and after repeatedly being forced to stick my finger in my eye during the eye tests, I have come to the conclusion that I actually can be comfortable with contacts. Mostly though I'm just really ready to stop being so blind. It frustrates me that I can't see things clearly.

We pick up my contacts and I put on a pair right away, blinking rapidly to get used to them against my eyes. They take a little time, but I feel comfortable with them surprisingly. The woman who gives them to me explains that one pair lasts an entire month and that I can pick up the next pair here or get them sent to my home. I choose to pick them up at the store so that Mother doesn't have to be involved, and she quickly puts my information into the computer, nodding about how everything is set and ready.

Finally, as Veronica pulls me back to the car, my eyes can see every detail clearly, like a high definition television. I try not to stare too much at the little things. Glasses tend to have a constant glare and now that it's gone, I feel like examining everything closely, each detail to be engrained into my memory. Also, I note with a burst of happiness that I don't have to see a thick blocky frame everywhere that I look. Instead, it's just clear.

"Are you going to stop drooling any time soon?" Veronica's words bring me out of my trance and I look at her. I hadn't even noticed she was driving.

"I can't help it. The contact world is quite brilliant." I open my window and stick my head out, looking up at the night sky. The giant moon illuminates the world from above us. Veronica grabs my arm and pulls me back in, laughing loudly and telling me I'm acting like a dog. "Come on, tell me that you didn't just want to stare at everything once you got contacts. It's seriously so much different than glasses."

"When I got contacts I didn't care about paying attention to the details of anything. To me the world was full of people that had something I wanted." Her words astound me.

"What?"

She sighs. "Let's just say that I used to be a very negative person." She scowls at the road ahead of us, her hands tightening on the wheel.

"Oh...and you stopped being negative when?"

"I haven't, but you make me want to be a better person," she whispers, her words sending shivers down my spine. Once again, she has said something that makes my head spin.

Veronica threads her fingers with mine and I look down at our hands. How do two things that contrast against each other so badly, end up belonging together? Like Romeo and Juliet, a love that wasn't good for them but couldn't be ignored.

I am going to fight for my Capulet.

As Veronica drives, I recall a conversation we had at my dinner table based on Romeo and Juliet. She had argued that they wouldn't work as a couple in modern times today and I argued that they could. For some reason, I can't help but feel that Veronica was talking about us instead of the Shakespeare couple. And the fact that she believes they wouldn't be able to be together because of the society around them, makes me question the thing we have going on between us. Is it all just a hidden act together? Or a game that will be broadcasted to everyone? I just wish for once, no one listened to what others say around them and only listened to the voice in their head.

Because I know, deep down in Veronica's mind, there's a small voice telling her that she has feelings for me. I just have to figure out a way to get that voice to become an action.

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When Veronica stops driving, I half expect to see either my house or hers outside of my window. Instead I'm given a view of the beach, the same beach that she had taken me to on our first day out together. She quickly gets out of the car and I follow along.

"What are we doing at a beach at this time?" I ask, walking through the sand after her. She runs ahead of me, kicking at the sand and screaming at the top of her lungs happily.

"Why the fuck not?!" She exclaims, throwing her arms out, her face towards the sky. "Come on Harry, let go of all that annoying tension in your body! Embrace the outside and beauty of right now."

"You talk like it's that simple. I can't help but worry about what Mother will say once I get home after disappearing once again. What if she actually takes my car away? I think she's threatened me enough times to finally give up on chances."

"Well if that happens, then you can borrow one of mine or you can just tell your mom to fuck off. You're eighteen and you can make your own damn decisions." Veronica reaches down and grabs handfuls of the sand, throwing it up in the air. I smile at the childlike Veronica.

"I'm pretty sure you've met my mother. She's not a very cooperative person."

Veronica groans and grabs a handful of sand, throwing it at me from the small distance. "Just calm down and stop talking about her! I'll go to your house with you if you're so worried. She can't hate me," Veronica gives me a wicked grin. I shove my hands in my pockets and shrug. I'm still not so sure about the whole thing.

Veronica groans and stomps back to me, her hands on her hips. "Look, you can either mope about your 'Mother' or you can enjoy life and it's present moments and just be happy!" She exclaims and reaches down to throw another handful of sand in the air. It litters the top of my beanie and my clothing.

I look at Veronica. The way her hair lifts in the air around her because of the cool breeze. The way her eyes grow wide with excitement when she looks at me. The way her lips curve upwards, forming little laugh lines that I had never noticed before. And mostly the way she makes me feel better than anyone else has or ever tried to.

So instead of worrying about the typical conversation between Mother and I about the cleanliness of beaches - or lack of -, I choose to forget about her and focus solely on Veronica. When I give her a giant grin, she knows immediately that I'm in.

"Good choice," she giggles and wraps her arms around me suddenly, her hands going beneath the leather jacket. I breathe in deeply and wrap my arms around her own waist. I could get used to this.

I put a hand under her chin and tilt her face up to mine. The moonlight makes her look paler than usual, her tan skin becoming almost translucent. I hold my hand against her cheek and notice the similar color in our skin.

"We match," I mutter. "We're no longer two contrasting people. The moon pales our color causing us to look white...the same." I brush my thumb against her cheek, amazed in how something as natural as the moon's light can make us finally look like we belong. Together.

Veronica gives me a slow smile, turning her head to kiss my palm. "Like paper, we're misunderstood," she whispers to me, only me.

I smile down at her, feeling my heart ache for this girl that belongs to another guy.

"Like paper," I whisper back. A small voice in my head tells me that that's our weird way of saying "I love you", but a stronger, louder voice says I'm just reading into it wrong.

Veronica reaches up and kisses me, her teeth nibbling my bottom lip playfully. I groan and hold her waist closer to me. I love how she drives me insane with just the small things she does.

When she pulls back, she stares at me with a glint in her eyes. Slowly she says, "How do you feel about skinny-dipping?"



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