Oh, Marcel!

Old and Blue

~Ember~

"Thank you McDonald's." Harry smiles at his food before grabbing his burger and shoving it at his mouth. He manages to get ketchup on his face and looks to Emily for help. She laughs at him, but wipes it away with a napkin.

They're so cute. I look to my own boyfriend who in turn was already staring at me. He must have been thinking the same thing as he plants a kiss on my cheek.

"PDA!" Emily and Harry snicker.

"Well I see that we are feeling better huh?" Marcel asks returning to his chicken nuggets.

"Dude, I've got food. What more could a guy want?" Harry laughs and is silenced by the stare Emily is giving him. She breaks her frown and smiles at him. He relaxes.

"So um, where do we go after this?" Emily nibbles on her cheeseburger. Everyone looks to Marcel.

"Uh, Harry..you got that app on your phone? Is there a hotel?" Marcel picks at a nugget.

"Yeah. I'll look." He whips it out and then realizes that his hands are all greasy and hands the phone to me. I had gotten a salad because I hate McDonald's food. Something about it just made me queasy.

The app is already open showing that we are in fact at a McDonald's. A motel was a little ways away from here, but I figured it was our best bet for the night. I showed the phone to Marcel who nodded.

"Okay, that's great. I hope it's not too old." His mouth full of food. I hand the phone back to Harry.

Once everyone is done eating and used the restrooms we head back outside. We laugh as Marcel nearly trips over the curb, our breath showing in the cold air. Marcel stops laughing and stares at something in the back of the parking lot.

It's a car and it's running, we can hear the hum. Marcel and Harry both start to walk towards it curiously. Harry chuckling a little bit at the thought of possibly interrupting a couple.

"Guys don't, let them be." Emily whined and I couldn't help but laugh. It was nice to see them thinking about something other than the Johnny thing.

As Harry crept closer than Marcel, I heard him let out a gasp and stop. Marcel jogged closer to the car.

"We better get a closer look." Emily suggested as she too jogged to stand beside Harry.

"Is that..." My feet turned to stone, no longer was I able to move. Marcel seemed frozen in place too.

The car sat running, the driver slightly slumped over. We couldn't see his face, but I knew who it was. That blue paint and the car's old features told me all I needed to know.