We walk up to the Styles' door and nervous is written all over Georgia's face.
ding ding!
Goes the door bell.
A groggy Harry answers the door, "Erm hey Isabella." It's clear he's unaware of Georgia, too blinded by sleep.
"Hey Harry, I'd like you to meet my friend Georgia. Georgia say hi," I gesture for her to speak but she's too frozen by shock.
"What?! Georgia? Whuhh.." He wakes up 100% when he sees her. They stand there staring at each other, both frozen in place. Then they collide. Crashing together to hug each other. Years of long lost memories flooding back to them and my doubt subsides. But I can't stop my thoughts. I don't want to have to live without Marcel for years and have our lives go two seperate directions. One become very successful while the other struggles to make ends some what meet. What if we don't have an Isabella to reunit us?
"Morning Isabella!" Marcel bursts through my thoughts as he hugs me tight.
"Morning," I can't help but smile up at him. He kisses my lips and grins at me.
"So this is Marcel," Georgia scales him up and down. "He's alright, you too are cute together." She smiles.
I look back at Marcel, his eyes lighting up at me from behind his glasses, his hair a little touseled, a dark gray v-neck with plaid flannel pants. He looks like a cross between old Marcel and the Marcel I went shopping to create. I'm still not sure it was right of me to change him. All I know is I love his cute little glasses.
Then I look at Harry and Georgia. They're talking away about an inch away from each other. Their gazes are full of sparks and I can hear their butterflies and their pounding hearts. That's love.
Eventually we migrate inside and sit in the living room. Harry and Georgia are curled up in a chair together. They're so cute. Every 5 minutes or so they kiss in the middle of talking. I turn and look at Marcel who's watching T.v. sitting a foot away from me on the couch.
"Marcel? Do you think we're as cute as them?" I whisper.
"Huh? Oh, yeah," He answers his eyes not moving from the television.
"Then why don't we cuddle like them?" I suggest.
"Uh, yeah sure." His eyes still fixated on the screen as he pulls me to curl up on his lap.
"Marcel," I try for his attention, "Marcel?"
"Yeah?" He looks at me.
"I love you," I go to kiss him.
"Love you too," He looks back at the T.v.
"Why's the T.v. so important?" I ask.
"Oh uh what? Oh sorry it's just I've been locked away in my room, I'd like to just sit here and watch T.v. since it's been awhile." He replies.
Well now I feel bad. I've been begging for the boy's attention when he just wants to watch T.v. Valid reason right? I'm annoying him but yet I feel ignored. What do I do? I don't want to be like 'ooo look at me pay attention to meee blah blah blah', you know?
"I'm sorry baby I-" He stops short and rids me fro his lap, scooting closer to the edge of his seat, eyebrows furrowing. Ugh what now? I think to myself.
I look at the television and right away I see Angelo and his friends.
"The boy beat us bloody. We didn't even do anything. He said that this boy Marcel Styles sent him after us. He was a- a- a real big fellow, ya' know? Threatened us he did, said he wasn't through with us, was gonna come back and kill us good, ya' know? Said, uh, he was gonna dig our graves himself. Scared the crap out of me and the boys, right boys?" Angelo looks at his followers and they nodded, pretending to be scared. "They're real killers. The Marcel boy may look like a geek, but that's just to fool ya. Them sort of people are no good, they need to be removed from the streets. I hear they've raped a few people, killed a few, hell gangs are scared of 'em!" His eyes grow wide as he feeds the reporter horse crap a spoonful at a time.
"Why that little..."
