Light -Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter Three

My head hurts. It's too fucking bright. And cold. It's really cold. Fuck this, I'm going back to sleep.

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Oh, it's beautiful outside today, just gorgeous! And I woke twenty minutes before my alarm, that's great! Good thing I didn't stay out too late at that party. It's great outside!

When I'm getting ready for work, I squint at the mirror without my glasses, before I gelled and combed my hair. I looked messy.

"This is cute?" I mumble to myself. No, no, no, not cute, disorganised! That girl doesn't know what she's talking about.

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"I really do know what I'm talking about. I mean, I'm a fucking genius."

"But, he's a nerd? And a virgin? And he doesn't drink?" my best friend says over the phone. I roll over on the couch.

"Yup, yup, yup. He's really cute though, Grace," I sigh.

"Like, on a scale of one to ten... with glasses and nerd clothes," she adds.

"With glasses and nerd hair, six or seven. Without, a definite nine."

"Huh. Still not giving out that perfect ten?"

"Nope. Nobody has ever gotten a ten from me. And I've been with a lot of guys," I giggle.

"I know," Grace agrees. "So do you plan on finding him again?"

"Oh yeah. I'm sure I'll see him real soon."

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I really don't ever want to see that girl again. She's sloppy, and disorganised, and, well, a drunk. Not my type.

But what is my type? I don't know, exactly. Somebody smart, and punctual, and organised, with a good personality. Like the girl that works down the hall from me. She's beautiful, miss Caroline Prough, wow. She is the same age as me so she worked very hard to get her position. She dresses modestly and never has a hair out of place. I'm going to ask her out after work today.

Or should I ask her before lunch?

Or now? Should I ask her now?

She always comes and makes coffee back here in the morni...

Oh, shoot! Here she comes! I'll ask her now. I will.

"Hey, Caroline?"

"Yes, Marcel?" She smiles at me, her gorgeous sapphire eyes glistening.

"I-I w-was wond-d-dering if yo-you would want to go on a d-date. With me."

"Oh, sure, Marcel," she smiles, "what time?"

"I-I could take you out to l-lunch," I say.

"That would be great. My break is at noon."

Then she makes her coffee, and as she leaves, I do a little victory dance to myself.

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Work sucks. What sucks is that I'm a fucking waitress. What sucks the worst is that it's only one of my jobs. The other, a library. I'm the twat that tells people to shut up and puts books back where they go. And I'm taking online university classes.

See, I have to show up at the sandwich place five days a week, work from breakfast till midafternoon, then I go to the library until closing time, around midnight. It's so hard to fit partying in, but I manage.

I've still got a headache, but I took some ibuprofen which should help.

"What can I get you guys to drink?" I ask the small family in one booth.