Wizard (Martin Garrix Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Martijn catches himself on his hands, his muscular arms flex right next to my cheek as he holds himself up above my body. He is so close. So close. His entire body on top of mine. He had finally learned his lesson about how hot Florida summers are, so even though it's storming, he's wearing shorts and a white t-shirt. He exhales and as I breathe in with the shock of his weight on my body, I can almost taste his minty breath.

He's looking right into my eyes. His are so green. The parts that get caught in the light are a sharper, forest green, and the other bits are gray with the slightest hint of hazel. He starts to push himself up off of me.

I can't tear my eyes away from his, and he doesn't look away either. I expect him to push himself fully off of me, but one of his knees stays pinned in between my legs, and his hands still hold himself up above me.

"Martijn?" I ask breathlessly. "Yes, Mad Dog?" In the silence that follows, I hear the doorbell ring faintly from downstairs. Mom called up to me, for the second time in 5 minutes, to grab the door for her.

Her voice snaps Martijn out of whatever reverie he had been in and he nearly jumps up to get off of me. He stretches a sinewy arm down towards me. I grasp his hand, and I think he doesn't realize how light I am because he pulls much harder than was necessary and in one movement I am an inch away from his face again, but standing this time. The breath rushes out of me for a second time when I look up and he's gazing down at me. Our intertwined hands make me blush. Why, I could not tell you.

"Madi! The door, please!" Mom calls. I let go of Martijn's hand and head for the stairs. "Sorry, I'm coming!" 

"Don't apologize, it's usually a good thing..." Martijn mutters from behind me. I spin around to glare at him for his immature comment but the comical look on his face makes me sputter out a laugh. Before I turn back around to turn the corner towards the front door, I catch a glimpse of the grin on his face. I wonder if the smile is from his own comment or from the fact that it made me laugh.

I fling the door open, expecting Anna or Hailey or another friend, but instead camera flashes blind me. "What the -" I stumble backward at the rush of light and noise and movement, unfortunately landing right against Martijn's stomach. "Oof," he groans as my butt smacks right into him. I feel his hand land firmly on my upper arm and hold me up against him securely.

I have to put a hand up over my eyes as if I'm shielding them from the sun because of how bright the camera flashes are.

"Martin Garrix! Is this your home?" "Martin!" "Martin, over here!" "Mr. Garrix, who's the girl?" "Martin, is that your girlfriend?" "Mr. Garrix, do you want to comment on the reason you're living in a tiny town like Boca Grande?" "Martin, where's your girlfriend?"

The only thought that my mind can process is, "I didn't know there were this many paps in Boca Grande."

But Martijn, surprisingly, keeps his cool. The hand he has wrapped around my arm pulls me back inside the door and his other hand closes it firmly and locks it.

Or at least, I thought he'd kept his cool. Once we're out of sight of the photographers, Martijn's face turns so stormy I wouldn't have been surprised if lightning came shooting out of his eyes. I'm about to lead him back up to my room when I see my mom standing there with her mouth hanging open.

"Madi. What was that." I shrug. "The paps found Martijn. Can he just stay here for a bit so they don't realize his house is actually right next door?" My poor mother has trouble processing anything I was saying. "Sure, sure, whatever. I'm going to make dinner."

I grab Martijn's hand and lead him upstairs back to my room. Normally I think one of us would've made a big deal out of something like that, but under the circumstances, I don't think either of us noticed. As we climb the stairs I can still see camera flashes coming from the porch, but I feel like my mind is playing tricks on me.