Marcel and Me

Chapter 15

***Marcel's POV***

Two weeks have gone by and alot has happened. Brad stopped bothering us, I stopped stuttering, I've changed my look, the talent show is tonight, and Stephanie and I are together but never went on a date. I never had the courage to ask her. School is about to start and I pull up into the school parking alot with Stephanie by my side. "Are you excited for rehearsals?" I ask Stephanie. I can't help but stare into her light blue eyes.

"Are you kidding me?! Of course!" I loved how she lit up everytime I talked about anything involving music. She loves different genres and artists, it's quite interesting. Most people say she's obsessed but I like to call her...dedicated. She's completely infatuated with 5 Seconds of Summer and Little Mix, her two favorite bands. They're quite good actually, but I'm not the boyband type. "Marcel, wake up!"

"What?"

"Haha, you were staring into space."

"How long?"

"Like forever. Come on, let's go to class."

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"Mr. Styles can you name this country?"

"Yemen."

"And the one next to it?"

"Oman."

"Good." Never thought I'd say this but school is stupid. What's the point if I know everything? I'm the best in all my classes...well, except for creative writing. Stephanie always gets the best grades for that. She has a way with words and adjectives that I just can't add up to. There's just something about her. Somethjng about the way she moves her lips. The way she moves her eyelashes makes me want to replay it in slow motion over and over again in a black and white film. The way she plays with her hair makes me want to film her for a starring in a neverending movie. I love the way I love her. It makes me feel warm inside.

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I LOVE THE WAY

I LOVE THE WAY

BABY I LOVE THE WAY

OOH I LOVE THE WAY

THE WAY I LOVE YOU

Ok I'm done.

Anyway, I know it's short but I had to wrap it up because I have a massive headache.

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