Spitting Image

Chapter 7

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Dedication to @londonstars because her Marcel fanfic The Challenge [Marcel/Harry Styles] is awesome and I love it. Go read it.

And for the story-

***Darcy’s POV***

It’s settled. Marcel and I leave tomorrow morning before the sun comes up. I twirl my curly brown hair in my fingers while lying on my bed.

At least I don’t have to go through chemo and lose my hair. Because there is no treatment for my tumour. I always was one to do something different, wasn’t I? I pull my suitcase out of my closet and throw my clothes into it. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, or where I’ll be staying, so I bring about half my shirts and jeans and shorts. Good thing I have a large suitcase. I glance over at the phone when it starts ringing. I pick it up and answer it.

“Hello, Peters residence. This is Darcy speaking.”

“Hey, Darcy! It’s Katie!” I smile.

“Hi Katie! What’s up?” I sit down on my bed, and shove my suitcase over. I’m going to miss her.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang out tomorrow? Maybe stay for dinner, if you want.” I lose my smile.

“Umm, Katie...I won’t be able to make it. I have...plans.”

“Oh. Okay. Maybe some other time.” I ponder whether or not to tell her I’m going to England. I take a deep breath.

“Katie, Marcel and I are leaving for England early tomorrow and our mum doesn’t know because we’re going to try and find our dad. Pleased don’t tell anyone!” The line is quiet for a long time, and I begin to wonder if she hung up. Finally, she speaks.

“I’ll come with you, you know, help you find your way around. I supposed to be visiting my friends and I leave the day after next. They have a big house and won’t mind if I bring you two. Actually, they’d probably like it. If you want me to, that is.” I ponder this for a little while.

“Alright. That sounds great, thanks!” I wonder who her friends are.

“Okay! See you in two days then!” She hangs up and I lie down. I wonder if there’s anything about my dad in the attic? I’ve never been up there. I’ll check later. Right now I’m really tired.....

***Marcel’s POV***

I grab my old journal off my nightstand and read a few more entries.

September 18

I just started my freshman year of high school today. There’s this guy named Ethan, and he hates me for some reason. He shoved me up against the lockers and whispered “Nerd, I’m coming after you this year.” and then he pushed me to the ground and walked away with his friends. Did I do something to him? Darcy fits right in here. She already has friends. She always was more popular than me. Not that I care. I like who I am, and no one can change that. I really miss Georgia Rose, though. I miss her sparkling blue eyes that could never be beaten down. I hope I can see her again one day.

Huh. So much can change in two years. Now I really wonder why I’m here. Should I change? Do I have a purpose? Am I an accident? A mistake? 

I shake these thoughts from my head and glance at the time. 6:23 PM. I wander to the kitchen and start making a sandwich. I grab the peanut butter and jelly, and Darcy walks in looking like she just awoke from a nap. She hands me the bread and plates.

“How are you feeling?” I ask. She shrugs and sits down. I make the sandwiches, and sit down across from her. We begin eating silently.

“All packed for tomorrow?” she asks, putting a chip into her mouth. 

“Yes, I am. What about you?” I answer, and she smiles.

“All finished. What time is the flight again?”

“5:30 AM. Be up by four, we’re leaving at five o’clock.” I finish off my sandwich and she laughs.

“Hungry, were you?” she teases. I smile and shake my head, and walk over to the computer. I still have some homework to finish up. Luckily it’s math, one of my favourite subjects! Darcy comes in, and sits down by me, watching me work. I’m ahead of her in math, so she does her first. I’m already in Calculus, and she’s in Algebra 2. She stares at me work the problems. These are rather easy, so I”m quickly done. I log out, and smile.

“That was fun!” I say. She just blinks.

“How did you do that? I seriously will never understand math.” I laugh, and so does she.

“It’s eight. I’m going to go ahead and go to bed since we have to get up so early.” I stand up and head to my room. I quickly text my mum goodnight, since she’s working late. As I close my eyes and whisper, 

“England, here I come.”

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A/N

Hello buddies! I apologize for the shortness of this chapter. I’ve had a rough day, but at least I got vegetable soup for dinner!!!! :)

....the things that excite me. *shakes head*

There’s so many reads and votes on this story!!! Guys, you make me cry!!!! It’s amazing!!! Thanks so much!!!