Oh, Marcel!

Preposterous!

~Ember~

"Well thanks for everything, I really owe you a lot." My voice trails off as I stand inside my house, saying goodbye to Marcel.

He had gelled his hair back this morning. When he had come out of the bathroom and saw my confused expression, he just shrugged and said it was a habit. He also happened to be dressed in khakis and a grey polo. Oh and he had also miraculously, as he had put it, found an extra pair of his old glasses.  I rolled my eyes at him and he just smiled.

"You're welcome. A-and thanks for being there for me too." His eyes a bright green as he squinted in the sunlight.

"No problem. Best friends stick together right?" I stuck my thumbs up and did a cheeky smile at him.

I could see his smile fade for a second but then it appeared again.

"Right. So I'll see you around?" Marcel said and back up off the step.

"Yeah, I'll text you soon. And oh, lunch on Monday?" I asked and held onto the door, ready to shut it.

"Okay, that sounds c-cool." He lifted his hand up and waved to me before he got back into his car. A few seconds later, he had pulled out of the driveway and was halfway down the street.

I watched the black car fade and shut the door slowly. I put my back against the closed door and thought to myself. The clock on the wall ticked and I could faintly hear the TV in the living room. I decided I was just going to head up to my room and do some reflection. Bounding up the stairs, I turn to my room and open the door. The smell of vanilla hits me and relaxes me.

Vanilla always relaxed me. I had no idea why, but it was just awesome so I bought an air freshner with that smell.

 Dropping my stuff by the now shut door, I belly flop onto my bed and reach for my ipod. The last thing I played was was The Middle by Jimmy Eat World.

Not something I would normally be listening to, but alright.

I hit play and shoved the ear buds in and the rest of the world was shut out.

Just me, my thoughts, and music.

Correction, and Marcel.

Did I like him more than a friend? Maybe, but whenever I reached out to him that way, he would draw away. Like when I held his hand at Johnny's house and he caught Jimmy staring at us, he dropped it.

And it hurt.

I wanted Jimmy to know what he lost because he played along with Johnny.

Played along yes, because even though I didn't know him long, I was very good at reading people. I could tell that he genuinely liked me. Just by the way he talked to me and the way he looked at me as I danced on him.

He wanted me.

Maybe we could talk things over if my intuition was right. Maybe he could even be my boyfriend and then I would be popular and...

Marcel floated into my head again.

But I can't hurt Marcel. I just told him that we were best friends. It's not like I'm saying that I don't want to be best-friends with him, but it really does limit me from having other friends.

I can't believe I am thinking this way, a few hours ago I hated these peoples guts, and now here I am lusting over a potential relationship with one of them?

What, Ember?

~Marcel~

"Hello?" I tapped the button on my phone.