Marcel

Chapter 37

Cami's POV

I know Marcel is upset. I understand. But it's hard for me too. It's hard to have a boyfriend whose emotions can change so easily. I always have to be careful... He's still finding himself and it must be hard for him. He's slowly changing for the better, I think. He's just having a hard time.

I love him though. But it's tough...

He's mad at me, I know it. I was mad earlier, but now I'm more sad than anything. I didn't do anything but try to help...

I pick up his sweatshirt that's on my floor and hug it close to me. It still smells like him. I slip it on and sit down on my bed. I hug my knees in tightly and turn on some music. Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab comes on.

A/N: I recommend playing this while reading this chapter. The lyrics describe what Cami will say the next few sentences. :)

“Don't you know you're everything I have,” I whisper.

I'm Marcel's angel. I'm fighting for him. He's fighting for himself too. We're a team...

We can't be a team if we're mad at eachother.

I don't even know why we're mad at eachother actually. He got so upset over Louis, and then the car ride. It was pointless. He shouldn't be mad at me. I shouldn't be mad at him.

I pick up my phone and hesitate to call Marcel. Before I can dial in his number, he starts calling me.

“Come outside,” he says when I pick up the phone.

I don't say anything. I wipe at the tear that's on my cheek.

“Cami, please,” he says.

“Fine,” I mutter, “Don't expect me to look good.”

“You always look great.”

Why does he have to be so charming? He doesn't even try, but he always says the right thing.

I hang up and slowly walk outside. It's dark out, I can barely see anything. I can see Marcel under a street light, it's illuminating his face a pale yellow.

“Hi,” he says softly.

“Hey,” I say, looking down at the ground.

He lifts up my chin so I'm looking at him, “I'm sorry. I was stupid and upset. I shouldn't have taken it out on you.”

He makes it so hard to be mad. His sad eyes and small smirk. He's wearing a beanie and a red flannel. His eyes are greener than earlier. He's happier now, I can tell. He looks so good...

Focus, Cami.

I shrug, “I'm suffering too, Marcel. I have feelings too.”

“I know... I wasn't thinking. I was a jerk earlier. I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault. You've had to deal with... all this... And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm a horrible boyfriend...”

“You're not that bad,” I whisper, trying not to smile.

He pulls out a single pink rose from behind his back and smiles.

Now it's impossible to hold a grudge.

“Is this for me?” I ask, smiling a little.

“Who else would it be for? You're the only person that has my heart.”

I take the rose and smile wider.

“I could never stay mad at you,” I tell him.

“Good. I'd miss you too much,” He grabs my hand, “Let's go for a walk.”