Marcel’s POV
*bzzzzzt*
Message from: Boobear :))
Liam cooked some fried... onion rings! Wanna come? xx
I grabbed my beanie and jumped out of bed. I’ve been meditating with my bed since I got home. What happened in our first day was such a frightful nightmare. I can’t resist the face of that mean guy in my mind. I don’t think I would be able to go to school tomorrow. What if he came after me? What if he beats me? Punch me? Whip me? Kick me? What if he kills me?!
Ba ba ba ba banana ... Ba ba ba ba banana ...
Banana aaaah ... Potato naaaaah
Boobear calling...
I picked up my phone and answered it, “H-hello?”
“Get in here now!” Louis yelled in a very girly high pitched voice. I was about to say something when he hang up the call.
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“Boobear!” Louis jumped into me as he opened the door. I put off my beanie and dragged it on my pocket at the back of my pants, brushing my messy hair with my fingers. I took a bath earlier and I wasn’t able to wax my hair so I just let it curl down in a messier look.
“Whoa, what’s with the curly hair?” Niall teased, noticing my hair.
“Guess nerdy here forgot to wax,” Liam laughed.
“Hey! Don’t tease my boobear.” Louis pouted and cuddled me.
“Seriously mate, you look good with that. Plain shirt, hipster pants, curly hair? Perfect.” Liam complements.
“Yeah, why do you need to wear long-sleeves and high-waist trousers anyway?” Niall asked.
“I... I don’t know.” I said.
“Onion rings, anyone?” Liam offered holding a bowl full of onion rings mixed in mayo dip.
“Niall!” Louis yelled.
“No thanks. I don’t eat that,” Niall said.
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