Marcel was your boyriend. Yeah, your novio. Of coarse you got teased from it, but you didn't care. Anyways, today you finally convinced Marcel to help you study for your english test.
"Thats pural, not single." Marcel reminded you for the thrid time already.
'I'm never gonna get it right." You shook your head.
"Yes, you are. Just a little more studying and I promise you you'll get it right." Marcel rested his head on your shoulder.
"Fine." You sighed.
Marcel handed you flashcards as you read some of them you felt like sneezing but didn't.
Until now..
"Achoo!!" You sneezed and at the same time, you heard a fart.
That can't be me..
"What the hell?" Marcel laughed. "That wasn't me!" You defended yourself.
You heard a small, cute laugh.
You looked across you. There sat your sister. It must've been her.
"That was her.." You laughed.
"I thought that was you." Marcel smirked.
You stood up, ready to put your sister in her crib. You turned back and rolled your eyes at Marcel.
