Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 33

Constantly, ever since I told Marcel my grandmother was dying, he kept buying me these candy bars to cheer me up. In class he would send me notes asking if I were okay or if I needed anything. It sort of bugged me but I knew he was only trying to make me happy. And a lot of times he did.

I was beginning to feel this warmth inside of me that I've not felt in a long time and I owe it all to Marcel. The fighting stopped and the ignoring never happen again, so everything was going all right.

Marcel still had concerns about me talking to Jess again. Though from my reckless actions towards her I was willing to help her little sister anyway. One way or another. Even if Jess decided to push me away I knew the only thing that always drew back to her was because of that little spirit.

Jess hasn't been in school yet after two days of the fight. I guess she didn't want to go to school with a bruised chin and scratched face. I myself still went anyway even if people gave me these strange looks while walking down the hallways. My mother of course gave me tons of lectures of violence and how communication is a way better strategy to use. I only nodded and pretended I was listening.

It was the night before Halloween now and I stood next to my door. Why? My mother had told me to greet her guest by opening the door every so often from taking their coats and hanging them. Apparently my mom did not tell me I'd be carrying hundreds of coats. Some I had to put in our guest room because the rack became too full. This was a frustrating job, and I wasn't getting paid.

The weird part though was that no person who came through that door even wore a costume. The hell was this then?

Some of the guests who entered I did not recognize, I mean I knew half of them considering they work as nurses or doctors with my mom. But half these people I did not know and she was already popular than I was. Though I was nowhere near popular at all. My only friends were Louis and Marcel. There was Niall, but I feel we were more acquaintances. He is a great guy though I give you that!

And Zayn, well even agreeing on a date with him we haven't talked much since that time he saw me crying. He has texted me many times but I chose to ignore them because I was caught up being happy with Marcel I thought giving Zayn some attention would make me feel guilty. Like I was betraying Marcel, and that once he finds out I've been talking to him he probably wouldn't be friends with me no more. I couldn't let that happen.

I still wonder how we became friends with Louis, I mean he was involved in the night Harry had died. Maybe because he was so easy to forgive and Zayn would never stop being a dick? Marcel seemed to forgive him from what happen but I'm sure that thought still lingered through his head. What would he say if Zayn wanted to become friends with him and to forgive him? Honestly I think Zayn isn't fond of Marcel. He seems pretty jealous I hang out with him a lot because he thinks Marcel likes me or something. Hilarious.

I wish he didn't think like that. He doesn't know the friendship Marcel and I have. Besides, ever since he hump dry that girl at Liam's party, they've exchange numbers and I was sure Marcel liked her.

After hours of taking coats from strangers I decided to get a drink of water. I'm hydrated as of now and I could use a chair to sit on, if I stood any longer I'd probably end up with wobbly legs all night.

I can officially say I hate this year's Halloween party my mother made.

I gulped down an extremely cold water bottle down my throat even if it's thirty degrees outside. But from standing too long and having moving up and down stairs while carrying many coats, it was hot.