Note: There is no One Direction in this story (but it's still a fanfic). This is an AU story.
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Chapter Three: Blowing Kisses
"Mummmmm!" I called out as I threw my bookbag down by the door. The telly was on, but I could tell that mum was in the kitchen from the sound of dishes clattering and the sink running. She was going to have a fit when she saw my clothes. Maybe I could escape upstairs before she caught me.
"Marcel Styles!"
Guess not.
"What happened to you?" Mum furrowed her brow and took small, swift steps towards me, wringing her hands in a dishrag.
"Nothing, mum, I just spilled my spaghetti at school and Lux lent me an extra shirt."
No way was mum gonna know what really happened. The principal would never hear the end of it.
"Honey, your hair," Mum reached up and pulled at a curl.
"I know, some spaghetti got.... in my hair," I stammered.
Real smooth, Marcel.
"Here are my clothes," I pulled my clothes out from under my arm and thrusted them out to her.
"I'm going to shower before dinner," I quickly told her and turned to dash upstairs.
"Marcel--" Mum called after me, but I was already high-tailing it up to my room, skipping stairs two at a time.
My room was just how I'd left it (mum sometimes had a sudden impulse to come and clean everything in it), which comforted me and calmed me down.
I pulled Lux's shirt up and over my head and tossed it to the side, landing on my desk chair. Running a hand through my curls, I padded down the hall to the loo, bare-chested and in my skinny jeans.
Flicking on the light to the bathroom, I shuffled over to the tub and turned the faucet on, water crashing down onto the plaster.
PING!
My phone chimed from my pocket.
Unknown number -New Message- 6:15pm
Hmmm, the only person who ever texts me is Lux, and occasionally, my mum, but that's a given.
-Hi ;)-
My heart spazzed in my chest. Either it was some creeper, or someone trying to mess with my head, or...
-Hi.-
-How are you? .x-
So now the kisses were coming out....
Interesting.
-Who is this?-
The didn't reply for a while, and I was biting my nail in impatience.
-Georgia.-
What.
Is.
Going.
On?
Since when was I, erm, one to have a way with ladies?
-Oh.-
-Umm, is that OK? Should I leave you alone?? :(-
By all means---NO!!
-No, you're cool.-
-Alright :)-
-I'm fine btw-
yay me too! :)-
This girl likes her colons and parentheses.
-Yup-
-So whatcha up to?-
-Nothing really-
-Boring-
I paused and quickly scanned through our text convo. Man, I was being rather boring...
-I was kidding... sorry-
-it's OK. So how did you get my number?-
-Danielle got it from Abby who got it from Shontelle who got it from Auden who got it from Lux.-
Wow.
-OK, I was just wondering-
A trickling sound caught my attention, and I looked up from where I was sitting on the closed toilet lid.
I'd totally forgotten about the water!
I sprang up and quickly turned the faucet off, then sopped up the excess water with some towels. Geez, I was just gonna take a sower, not try and flood the apartment :/
Whilst I stepped on the half wet towels to collect the rest of the water, I typed a message to Georgia.
-Gotta go, I'll see you tomorrow at school?-
-Sure :) Bye Bye-
-bye-
What. Just. Happened.
My phone beeped again just as I was about to step into the shower.
New snapchat from Georgia_Rose245
I clicked it and held my thumb down.
It was a picture of Georgia, blowing a kiss to the camera. She was obviously in her room, with a blue canopy draped over her four poster bed. She was wearing a loose blush colored Pink by Victoria's Secret sweatshirt and her golden brown hair was falling down her shoulders and chest.
Kisses :) .x Georgia
What is going on???
~Marcel the Wallflower~
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