Light -Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter Nine

"Mike's sandwich shop, would you like to place an order?" a girl I work with drones. Her name is Laycee. She pauses and scribbles stuff down. "Okay, come by and get it whenever, it will be ready in ten minutes." A pause. "No, thank you." I laugh and throw a pencil at her.

"Shut up," I laugh, "you're so cheesy."

"What the fuck ever," she mutters and goes out to the dining room. I'm surprised at how fast today has gone by. I went home and got four hours of sleep then got up to work and it only seems like five minutes ago, even though it was about five hours ago. I leave in an hour, go home, eat dinner, and go to the library. Then I actually get to sleep.

"Chase!" my boss barks.

"Sorry, Mikey. What?"

"Table three needs wiped," he tells me. Mike Wiggins, a thirty-six year old single man with brown hair and brown eyes, never married, voted by his staff most likely to die alone. He's sorta good looking, but he's cruel and heartless, not to mention smelly and hairy. But he makes great sandwiches. And he pays me. So eh, hooray.

But this is great; Caroline Prough storms through the door and demands seating as soon as she's inside. I scoot on over to her table and plaster on the biggest fake smile I had in me.

"Now, what can I do for you?"

"What the hell did you do to Marcel?" she demands.

"I kissed him a couple times," I say.

"He walked into work today a few minutes late and wearing skinny jeans! Sure he had on a button up shirt, but good lord that boy has legs! And so when I try to talk to him, maybe get another date, he turns me down! He didn't even do his hair, it's wild and curly!" Caroline gushes.

"Oh," I say. "What makes you think I've done that?"

"You slut, you obviously told him to," she snaps.

"I'm a slut?" I laugh. "You fucked a forty year old man for a job then bragged about it! But no, I didn't tell him to, but I do want to see him. Is he still wearing his glasses?"

"Yes," she huffs. My watch beeps.

"Well, I'm going home." I toss my pad and pen on her table then yell for Laycee to wait on her before clocking out and heading home. I call Marcel, who answers on the second ring.

"Hello?" he says.

"You turned Caroline down?" I giggle.

"Yeah, I was thinking you and I could be something," he mumbles. His face is bright red, I know it is. "M-maybe we could try last night over again? No nuts," he says.

"Marcel," I grin. "That sounds fuckin' great. Where?"

"My house, do you need a ride?"

"No. I'll be there in five."

"Okay," he says. It sounds like he's smiling.

"Okay," I beam. "See you, Marcel."

"Bye, Jocelyn."

Why am I letting him call me that? If anybody else called me Jocelyn I would nail them in the throat. Have I gone soft? No, I don't want very much out of this boy. I'm really not too attached to him. A month from now, we won't be anything. I know it. And I don't give a damn.

I cut through the grass in order to get to Marcel's neighbourhood. It wasn't far from the sandwich shop. I'm at his door in two additional minutes.

"Hello," his mum smiles.

"Hi," I grin and shake her hand.

"Marcel is in his room, you can just go on up," she tells me. I nod and thank her before jogging to Marcel's room. He's reading something at his desk, marking things down on a piece of paper as he goes. He doesn't notice me come in.