Lately....Your best friend Marcel hasn't been coming to school. You really were getting worried. What if Josh, and Carlos really took it way to far....?
"Y/N..?" Your friend shook your shoulders, breaking your gaze between the floor. You shut your locker and looked at your friend. "Yeah..?" You sounded thoughtful. "I t--" She was cut off by Josh and Carlos.
"Hey! Y/N!! Where's your friend, what is it..Marcel?" Josh wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "Don't touch me." You said firmly. "Ouch!" Carlos said into your ear. "Better listen to princess Y/N Josh! Or she'll get Marcel on you.." Carlos teased.
"Really? What's he gonna do?" Josh asked.
"Shut up.." Now you were feeling hurt.
"Josh! Carlos! Leave her alone." Nick said. Nick was the popular guy. But he never really participated in Josh's and Carlos' games of picking on Marcel. Nick--Surprisingly Nick is friends with Marcel.
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After school, you decided to go to Marcel's house. Just to check up on him.
"Are you really doing this Y/N?" Y/F/N asked.
"Yeah." You said simply.
"Fine. I'll be waiting here." She sighed before going on her phone.
You crossed the street. Seeing an unfamiliar black Range Rover.
Who's is that?
You just brushed it off. Then it came back. It was parked in Marcel's driveway.
You--this time really ignored it. It's probably just a friend's. Marcel can't drive...Or can he?
You shoved your hand in your back pockets, then took one out to knock the door, slidding it back in. It took at least 3 seconds for someone to answer. You looked up.
You furrowed your eyebrows. There was a guy a bit taller than Marcel. He was wearing an orange beanie, black tank top, sweatpants. Curls peeking out on the sides. No glasses, Tattoos.
*Spit-take!
Tattoo's!..Oh this is not happening.
"Excuse me..Where's Ma-"
"I-I'm Marcel.." 'Marcel' Right..*Sarcasm* smiled.
"No you're not."
He looked above your head, "Come in.." He demanded softly.
You raised an eyebrow while you stepped in. "Sit." His voice was raspy. You looked behind you, before sitting down.
"Yes, I am." He reminded me of my question. The only tattoo that you knew only Marcel would have was inked on his left wrist.
"Pull out your wrist.." Marcel knew where you were going with this, so he did what he was told.
You gently grabbed his wrist.
It spelled; Love never dies..
This is Marcel. You had the same one on your your right wrist.
"Marcel?"
"Yeah..?"
