Six Degrees of Separation (Harry/Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 5

-MARCEL’S POV-

I spent the rest of last night trying to get as much information out of my parents as possible. I did calm down after my little yelling spill and Jenna came in and got me to calm down. She is the only one that can do that. Her and AJ slept over and I was so grateful to have them. That night I told them everything and they comforted me. I mean it is a big secret to take on. It isn’t every day that you are told that you are adopted or that you are adopted and have a twin. I’m still in shock. I just can’t help wonder where my twin brother is.

Jenna was sleeping on my bed while AJ and I slept on the floor. It was only seven in the morning when I got up. I had so much on my mind last night that it was impossible for me to sleep. It was impossible for me to get any sort of sleep. I heard AJ snoring on the other side of the room and it was pretty loud. I forget how loud he snores. I sat up and saw Jenna curled up in a ball on my bed. She was just so cute. She looked like a cute little girl. Then I heard a loud ring. I don’t know who would be calling us on a Saturday and at seven in the morning. It wasn’t my phone and it wasn’t AJ’s. It was in fact Jenna’s.

“Jenna, your phone is ringing,” I whispered in her ear.

“You answer it Marce. It’s probably my dad,” she muttered.

I have never heard her call Harvey her dad before. Maybe she was just too tired to say Harvey. Harvey has more syllables then dad. I don’t know. I won’t mention it to her. I don’t want to start a fight with her.

I picked up her just before it would go to voicemail, “Hello?”

“Jenna?” the voice asked. It wasn’t her father

“Who is this?” I asked

“Who is this?” the voice asked

“Answer me first,” I spat.

“A friend,” the voice answered.

“And how does Jenna know you?” I asked

“Just tell her to call me back,” the voice spat.

“But I didn’t get your name,” I whined.

“Brick,” the voice answered.

“What kind of name is Brick?” I asked

And before I could hear his answer Jenna snapped the phone out of my hand and left the room. Was this her new boyfriend and she didn’t want me to know about him? Why? Would she think I would be jealous? Would she spend less time with me and more time with Brick? Is Brick even his real name?

Twenty minutes later Jenna came back into the room and she placed her phone on the table. I wasn’t going to ask about the mystery Brick caller but I was kind of curious. She is my best friend after all. I deserve an answer. I mean, if she was dating someone else I got to meet him. I have to approve of him. I must approve of him before she does anything stupid with him.

I didn’t want to ask her anything. When she was ready she could talk to me whenever that would be and I won’t be mad with her. I could never be mad with her. She is my best friend. I can never not love her. I can never.

Jenna crawled back onto my bed. I heard her huff and then I heard her tossing and turning on my bed. I wanted to ask her what was wrong. I wanted answers. I wanted to know what she was thinking. Something was bothering her. She would never take the phone out of my hand like that. Something must be up. Something must be wrong.

“Jenna, are you okay?” I whispered.

“I’m fine,” she whimpered.

I got up off the floor and joined her in my bed. I hate when my best friend is sad. I remember when Jenna’s grandpa died. She was so heartbroken that I was the only one that could get her to talk. Get her to speak to me. I wrapped my arms around Jenna and pulled her close. She needed me now. I know she does.