Your Second Half [Completed]

Epilogue

"Marcel!" I exclaimed as I saw him walking down the hall. "Lori!" I ran to him and hugged him. He lifted me off the ground and twirled. I've missed him so much. He set me down and pressed his lips to mine in a welcoming kiss. Oh gosh, it feels just like the first.

It's the first day of senior year and I haven't seen Marcel all summer. He's had some college courses he was taking. Marcel the over achiever. I, on the other hand, have been visiting family across the country. I've just missed having him close to me.

"Mmm, I've missed you" I said after pulling away. He pecked my lips, "I've missed you too." "How were your classes?" He sighed, "Long and boring. I'd rather be here with you." "Same. I've learned that my sisters boyfriend is a total snob" I said and rolled my eyes. "Well, your boyfriend isn't" he smugly stated. I giggled, "No, he definitely isn't."

We started walking down the hall hand-in-hand, stopping at each others lockers to grab our things. "Can I see your schedule?" I asked. "Yeah" he said and handed me the paper. I looked over it and got really excited. "Your taking honors theater?" I asked, jumping up and down with child humor. "Yeah, I thought because you're taking it that I'd take it too." "Aw, you're so sweet" I cooed and wrapped my arms around him. I let go and held his face between my hands, "Ya know, you're a really great boyfriend." He blushed and averted his gaze towards the ground.

I thought it was cute that after all we've been through, he was still shy. It could be sad too because he nearly always thought so low of himself. He was a great guy but he didn't believe it himself. I guess after so many years of being bullied, you start to doubt yourself. He shouldn't because he's so much better than those other kids.

"Come on let's get to class" I said, grabbing his hand and taking him with me.

***

I already know senior year is gonna suck. Other than theater all my other classes are dreadful. I told Marcel to meet me at my locker after school so I'm just waiting for him as I put some books back in my locker. I felt someone come behind and cover my eyes with their hands. I giggled, already knowing who it was. "Marcel I know it's you." "Aw, how can you tell?" he whined, removing his hands from my face. I turned to him, "I just know" I shrugged.

"You wanna hang out- wait let me rephrase that. We're gonna hang out, I haven't seen you all summer."

He laughed, "Sure, you can come over to mine."

I couldn't wait because I've missed him in more ways than one. If ya know what I mean.

"Is your mom gonna be home?" "Nope, she's getting off work a bit late." "So, what do you have planned?" I asked as I ran my hands up his chest and laying them on his shoulders. He nervously gulped. "I don't know, th-there isn't much to do. What do you wanna do?" I tugged at his collar, bringing his face closer to mine. "I have a few ideas" I whispered and pressed my lips to his.

It was obvious that he was surprised by the kiss but he eventually gave into it. He hesitantly laid his hands on my waist as I deepened the kiss. Oh I need him.

"I. Really. Really. Missed you" I said, spacing each word with a kiss. I took his bottom lip between my teeth and gently pulled. "Mmm, let's go." I took his wrist and took him down the hall and to my car in the parking lot.

***

"Is this alright?" I asked as I settled myself on top of him, a knee either side of his waist. "Y-yeah, now I can see you better" he said, placing his hands on my hips. I turned my head to hide my blush. I was already nervous by this new position. Now he's saying he can see more of me? Ugh.

He sat up and and angled my face towards his so we were nose to nose. "Hey, I'm supposed to be the shy one" he lightly chuckled. "It's just...it's been awhile since I've seen you an-" he silenced me by pressing his lips to mine. "It's alright" he reassured. "Would you stay l-like this...with me?" I asked, referring to our current position. He lightly smiled as he nodded. He wrapped an arm around my waist as he brought us further up the bed so his back was against the headboard.

I placed my hands on his shoulders as he laid his on my waist. We slowly connected leaving me gasping for vital air.

I lay there...spent. We're still in the same position. Me with my head in the crook of his neck and him with his resting on mine as we both try and catch our breath. We slowly separated and I lay on the bed. He settled himself next to me and wrapped an arm around me, bringing me closer. I snuggled my face into his chest and sighed in content. "You really are a great guy Marcel" I told him. Every time I say this to him, which is often, he tinges and looks away or changes the subject. I need him to believe me because it's true.

He said nothing. I brought myself up by propping my head on my hand. "What?" he innocently implied. "You know what I said." He sighed, "I know, it's just hard to believe when-"

"Don't believe them...believe me. They're wrong. If anyone is weird or even weak...it's them." I laid my hand on his cheek and gently caressed his cheek with my thumb. "They're the stupid ones for not looking pass the outside. I did and I love it...I love you."

I saw tears brim in his eyes. Oh...please don't cry. I leaned down and kissed his eyelids as they fluttered closed. "Don't cry" I whispered. "You know Lori, I-I'm really glad I ran into you that day." I giggled, "You and your clumsy self." There were a few seconds of each of us staring into the others eyes. "You really are the reason I actually get out of the house these days" he shyly admitted. I stroked my hand through his hair and gave him a small smile, "I can't even imagine my life without you anymore" I whisper. "As I with you m'lady." I giggled once again and pressed my lips to his.

I couldn't of asked for a better guy. I love him so much. He's a huge part of me.

He really is my second half and I am his. We make each other...whole.