Light -Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter One

There are too many people here, it's way too crowded, oh dear, I'm stepping on everybody.

"I'm terribly... oh, pardon m... forgive me, I..." none of the strangers seemed to care. I sigh. This is not fun. John said it would be fun, even without alcohol. I don't wasn't alcohol, it's terrible for you. These people all need to sit down, and have a glass of water. I need a glass of water. I'll go find a glass of...

Hello.

There's a girl -well obviously there's several young women here, but I'm talking about one in particular now- who is walking right towards me. She's got red -artificial, of course- hair, and three piercings, maybe four, in each ear. The dress she's wearing is rather tight but does not look bad on her. She isn't wearing too much makeup and it doesn't look bad. And she's coming towards me.

I am disappointed when I realise she's looking at something behind me. I try not to blush when she bumps into me, her shoulders set and strong. Doesn't like people getting in her way. She looks at me, going to grumble something, and her expression changes. She smirks at me.

"What's a guy like you doing here?" I don't realise she's talking to me until approximately three seconds after she's spoken.

"I-I... I'm here for... with... a-a, a friend, ma'am."

"A friend? Where are they now?" Her voice is steady and cool.

"I-I don't know."

"What's your name, kid?" the girl asks, and crosses her arms. I've already counted four visible tattoos on her skin.

"Marcel." I manage to get that out without stammering. Why is this girl talking to me? She's beautiful, but no good for me. I fancy a nice woman I work with.

"Aren't you cute?" she laughs. I just blush and look at the ground. She should leave me alone, I don't want what she wants.

"I-I'm kinda busy, ma'am, so if you don't mind, um..."

"Busy doing what?" Good question.

"Looking for my friend," I say. The girl smirks and nods. She doesn't break eye contact with me as she pulls a wallet from out of the top of her dress. She grabs a small piece of paper from her wallet and tucks it into my vest, then pushes my glasses up for me with one finger. She stand on her toes, near my ear, and whispers, "You're different. I like you."

And then she walks away.