Blinded by the Lenses - a Marcel Styles fanfiction

#blindedbythelenses chapter 22

chapter 22

MEGAN'S POV

I whipped out the good old-fashioned school phonebook as I suddenly realized that I didn't actually know Marcel's address. I copied it down into my phone's GPS, then looked around the room. I caught myself in the mirror and checked my appearance... not that I care what Marcel thinks of me.

Even so, I didn't want to look absolutely disgusting, so I rushed to the bathroom to apply some eyeliner and brush through my boring straight brown hair.

When I was satisfied, I checked myself over again. I was just wearing some skinny jeans and one of my dad's old concert t-shirts, but I actually looked pretty good.

I gathered up my purse, books, and phone, then walked out the door. I hopped into my car and used my phone's GPS to lead me to the house.

When I got there, I sat staring in his driveway. I had no idea his family was so wealthy! Their house towered over the house next door, even though that house was bigger than mine.

And the design was simply beautiful. It was made of stone and had a lot of pillars and arches surrounding the large front door. I walked up his steps and used the gold-plated knocker the gently rap on the door. I didn't even know people still used these things.

In a matter of seconds, someone's head appeared at the door. He pulled it open and grinned at me, a cute dimple flashed onto his cheek, reminding me of a certain British boy I obsessed over.

"Good evening," he said, still smiling. I smiled too, waving my hand up in a simple gesture. I peered in the door, looking for Marcel, but he wasn't there. Instead this hot boy stood in front of me, just beaming at me.

"Here, come on in, Megan," the boy said, gesturing inside the big house. I blushed, wondering how he knew my name.

"Uhhh, okay," I said, still waiting for the boy to tell me his name. I didn't even know that Marcel had a brother--and a hot one at that! Why didn't he go to our school?

"Here, let's go in my room," he said. I froze in place. What was going on? I had just walked in here. I didn't even know this boy's name, and he was trying to get me into his bedroom?

"Do you think I'm a slut or something?!" I yelled, probably too loudly. This house was so big that my voice echoed off the walls.

"What?" He furrowed his brow in confusion. "I just... what?" He stared at me, genuinely lost.

"You're trying to get with me and I don't even know your name!" I cried, upset at the stranger in front of me. "I'm just here so Marcel can help me with my homework!"

The boy stopped and stared at me. His mouth dropped open and he kind of cocked his head to the side a bit. I looked at him weird, trying to understand.

"I... I am Marcel..." he said. His brow crinkled up as he studied my expression. Now it was my turn to be confused.

I saw a smile creep onto his face as I tried to process what he was saying. This was Marcel...? What... How... But he was so... huh?

"Excuse me... what?" I said, totally lost now. How was this Marcel? He didn't look like this. Marcel wore nerdy clothes and he had glasses and he wasn't so... wow. 

Marcel looked right into my eyes and smirked at me, winking.

This was going to be a long, long night.

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SAY WHAT NOW

MARCEL IS HAWT

WHAT IS GOING ON

NO REALLY

VAS HAPPENIN RIGHT NOW

Can you even imagine this right now...? You're used to seeing a nerdy boy with glasses and hair gel and horrible style. But then you see this kid with gorgeous eyes, nice hair, and a Rolling Stones tee and skinnies. And he claims to be the same person.

I AM NOT OK

FANGIRL DOWN

IS U OK?

NO

I JUST

CAN'T EVEN

too many feels while writing this... especially since I'm suddenly realizing how much this story is like one of my own romances... oh snap it just got real.

Yeah I'm done.

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xx marcelfeels