Oh, Marcel!

Let's Talk

~Ember~

"Wakey, wakey." Someone whispered into my ear. My immediate reaction was to swat at the person.

"Ow. Good morning to you too." Marcel said rubbing his nose where my hand hit him. I covered my laughter with my hands.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't used to that." I smile at him and he breaks his stern look.

"It's alright. Just be glad you don't have blood all over you know." Marcel jokes with me as I sit up afraid that I've gave him a nose bleed.

 His eyes are bright green, he must have taken out his contacts. His nose is perfectly fine. He turns to roll away from me, but I pull him back.

"Whaaa..?" He says as I pull his face close to mine and just stare into his emerald eyes. They widen as he notices what I'm doing. I can't help but just look at the pretty green.

"Are you having fun?" Marcel asks as he dramtically opens his eyes with his fingers.

"Yes. Your eyes are so beautiful, so unlike.." I stop myself before I say Jimmy's name.

Jimmy.

Johnny..

I suddenly realize that I am not at home and I'm not in my own bed. Everything that I had forgotten about last night comes flooding back giving me a headache.

"Ember?" My questions and removes my hands from his face. I lost eye contact with him and I was now just staring, zoning out.

"Hey?" He tries again. This time he snaps me out of it and I literally shake my head.

'Sorry. It  just hit me, ya know. Like everything." I sigh as he tightens his arms around me pulling me into his bare chest. He's so warm and cuddly I just want to stay here, but I know we can't.

"I know, I know." He coos.

"Marcel? What are we going to do now?"

"Well, once we get everyone together, then we can figure something out. I'm sure Harry knows a few things. Ya know being famous and all. He has to hideaway sometimes."

"But this is a whole new place for him to be in and besides Johnny is a criminal!" I can feel my pulse quicken just thinking about him being alive.

"Calm down. We will find a way." Marcel rubs my back making me feel a lot better. "Are you hungry?"

As if on cue, my stomach growls. I haven't eaten anything since I was sick and that is probably a bad thing.

"I'll take that as a yes. C'mon, let's go make something." He mumbles something about cereal before lifting himself off the bed. It takes me awhile but I finally roll over and manage to sit up. The room is freezing as I begin to pull the covers off so I decide to leave it on.

The sun is shining behind the curtains so I walk over and take a peek outside. The backyard is absolutely stunning, well it could use some work but it really is nice.

A flower pot sits off to the side of the wooden porch, there isn't any flowers in it. Maybe I could convince Marcel to come up here more often in the summer time and we could plant some together. That is if everything goes okay.

I start to look up, there are tall trees everywhere giving the place a private feel. I let out a pent up sigh and retreated towards the kitchen.

Marcel is busy in the pantry humming something when I arrive at the kitchen. I smile at the sight of him. He is so adorable. I just wish it was us two here and nothing was going wrong. That would be so perfect, just like him.

I should go check on Harry, I hope he is okay. Emily should be able to distract him from the pain, but he really might need to go to the hospital.

And Marcel..what about his arm? He was wearing long sleeves so I couldn't see what his wound looked like. It didn't seem to be bothering him much.

The wood floor is cold as I pad across it to check on Harry and Emily. Their door is closed so I knock lightly at first and then a little louder after no answer. Emily's voice floats to the door softly.

"Come in." I open the door. Harry is laying on his back still asleep, a frown on his face. Emily is sitting up reading something on her smartphone.

"Hey." She smiles lightly, looking up.

"Hey. Is he okay?" I ask gesturing towards Harry as I sit down on his side of the bed. His eyebrows twitch slightly, but he stays asleep.

"Honestly I don't know. He seemed like he was in and out of the pain. I had given him some pain medication that I had in my purse, but he didn't take a lot." She sighs looking at her boyfriend.

"He doesn't look comfortable. Maybe we should take him to the hospital or doctor? To get something to help him." I suggest and Emily's face pales.

"What if..." She whispers.

"I can ask Marcel, otherwise I don't know what to do." I rest my hand on Harry's forehead brushing back his hair. He looks just like Marcel. Emily seems to tense and I quickly remove my hand.

What are you doing Ember?

They just look so alike I guess I couldn't help myself.

"Uh, I'm going to go ask Marcel. I think he is making breakfast so would you like to come and get something for the two of you or I could bring you something?" She shakes her head.

"No, I'll come get it. I'll be there in a little bit though." She nods and returns to her phone.

I wonder what she's reading. Would it be weird to ask? I mean she's my best friend, right?

No Ember, just let her be. I sigh and look at Harry's frown again before getting up and walking out of the room. I shut the door quietly behind me and head towards the kitchen.

"Ember?" A voice calls from the living room. My feet move towrds the sound. I peek around the corner to see Jimmy sitting up on the couch rubbing at his eyes.

"Sorry, I just saw you go by and wanted to know how you slept?" He asked and ran his hand over his messy hair.

"Um..fine. And you?" I asked, not sure what else to say. We really hadn't interacted alot since last night at the bridge. I felt kind of awkward now..

"Good. I guess. Ya know for a couch." He attempts to smile but he makes a grimace instead as he tries to stand.

"Are you alright?" My worry for him is getting to me.

"Yeah, I'm just sore from everything." He mutters and walks towards me. "Marcel in the kitchen?"

"He's getting us breakfast." I reply staring at the tall musclar boy in front of me. I never thought I would ever see him again. Last night I was so shocked when I saw him, alive. That reminds me now, he was supposed to explain everything to me.

"Uh, hey, Jimmy?" I ask and he turns around from walking to the kitchen.

"What do you need?" His tone soft.

"You said that if I ever see you again, you would explain everything."

"Oh, right." His eyes dart back and forth never once landing on me. "How about we go outside? We can talk out there.."

Should I go with Jimmy? Do I really trust him, besides what would Marcel think?

"C'mon, I promise that nothing will happen, well I mean you'll know some more information but..." Jimmy tries to persuade me taking a step closer.

I look nervously to the kitchen and then back to him.

"Okay." He nods his head and we walk towards the front door.