Light -Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter Two

So I continue with my party. I'm getting laid, and wasted, nerdy kid or not.

He did look like fun. I wanted to corrupt him. It would be fun.

Yet all night, I noticed several eyes on me, and I pictured that geeky Marcel's eyes. I didn't get a clear look at them because of the glare in his stupid nerdy glasses. I'm pretty sure they were brown. Maybe a greyish colour. I'm glad I gave him my number. I can find out for sure later.

I'm delighted -not sure why- when my phone buzzes. Why had that excited me so much? He's just some nerd.

"I'm sorry I was curt with you. I do apologise. Have a nice night. -Marcel"

And now I have his number.

..

Oh, shoot, should I have sent that to her? Oh, now she has my number, too, oh boy. This won't do. Oh my gosh. I shouldn't have done that. I should just go home. I'm going home.

I'm shocked to see that girl -I still don't know her name, I feel so informal, oh dear- leaning against a wall outside where all the cars are parked. She didn't notice me. Oh, maybe if I walk quickly enough she wo-

"Oh, hey, Marcel!" I cringe. I turn around and look at her.

"Yes?"

"No hard feelings, bub, I didn't mind about you being curtsy, or... what did you say?"

"I didn't say anything," I say. Her voice is looser now, flowing like honey. That's an interesting description. But it did fit. Her words were so slurred that I could barely understand her.

"No, no earlier, when you- ah, fuck," she curses, and I blush at her language. She starts swatting at her legs. "Damn mosquitoes."

"There aren't any bugs on your legs."

"What? Yeah there are," she giggles.

"What's your name?"

"My name? Well I'm obviously Farmer Brown," she giggles again, holding her imaginary belt at her waist and kicking out her legs. She nearly falls. "I'm just being silly. I'm Chase."

"Chase? That's a boys' name," I frown.

"No, it's my name. Now you're being silly."

"Why are you out here?"

"Even drunks need air," she shrugs. "Not much fun at this party."

"Do you want a ride home?" Oh, shoot. Why did I say that? Oh, darn it! Oops, I didn't mean to curse. But Chase just grins at me.

"You're a nice boy," she says.

"Thank you," I mumble, and look at my feet.

"You know, you aren't supposed to wear sweater vests and slacks to parties. No girl will want to take you home."

"I don't want anybody to take me home," I mumble, blushing.

"Why not? Are you a virgin?"

"What? That's none of your business," I say, beet red. Oh, dear, I'm being rude again. "So I'm giving you a ride home?"

"Okay," she giggles. "You're silly, Marcel."

"Um, okay," I say, and walk towards my car. "It's this one." I awkwardly open the door for her, to which she giggles and ducks inside.

"What's your address?"

"The Mayfield edition, 4326," she slurs, giggling. I scowl as I pull the strap across myself and the drunken girl, for she was far too intoxicated too perform this task on her own.

"I know where that is," I nod, and start driving.

The whole time, the girl was humming some song I didn't know. Her voice might be lovely, if she weren't so drunk. I feel her watching me several times, but I don't look over, that's dangerous. I'm a great driver, eyes on the road. I'm relieve that I find her small house without difficulty.

"Is somebody here?" I ask.

"No, I live all by myself," she says. I frown. That must be lonely. I help her up to the porch.

"Really, though, if you're going to any more parties, you should lose this," Chase tells me, unbuttoning the two buttons on my blue sweater vest. Before I can protest, she pulls it off my arms. "And untuck the shirt, c'mon," she says, as if it's common knowledge, and swiftly pulls the shirt out of my slacks. "And..." she stands on her toes to tousle my perfectly gelled hair and pulls my glasses from my face. I blink a few times.

"Um, I really don't-"

"Wow," she interrupts me, her eyebrows raised. "You're really cute, under all that nerdy stuff," she giggles. "You're almost hot, Marcel."

"I-I..." I take my glasses back. "Goodnight."

..

That was fun. I didn't get to have sex, but I got Marcel's number, and he really is pretty cute. If I could get him some contacts, get him to wear normal people clothes, he'd be pretty sexy. I collapse in bed in my party clothes and fall asleep immediately.