Light -Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter Fifteen

"Surprise!" Grace yells, walking into my small house.

"Bitch, I knew you were coming," I snort. Jason laughs from his spot on my couch and I throw a balloon at him before standing to greet her. Marcel was serious about this shit, we invited Jason and Matthew and Grace over to do shit for me and call it a birthday party.

"Am I allowed to get drunk?" I ask once Grace sits down. I kick my boots up on the table and cross my arms.

"If you promise not to puke in my gym again," Jason shrugs.

"I had the flu," I snap.

"And vodka isn't the best medicine," Matthew mumbles. I punch his shoulder lightly. He frowns at me and goes back to his conversation with Marcel about some nerdy shit that I could probably discuss with them, but chose not to.

"So, what are we gonna do?" I ask. We all look at Marcel, who turns bright red and moves his attention to his feet.

"I dunno," he mumbles, cheeks flushed red.

"Anybody want a beer?" I sigh. Grace nods and I get up to grab her and I both one, popping the lids off on the granite counter.

"We should play a game," Grace says.

"Like?"

"I dunno, card games or some shit. Or monopoly."

"Not unless you wanna start a war," Jason laughs.

"Then what do we do?" I whine, sipping down my beer. "Right now I kinda just wanna crack open my new heels and go to a club."

"You said you weren't gonna do that," Marcel frowns.

"I haven't, I'm here now, aren't I?" I sigh. "Did any if you actually get me shit?"

"The gift of friendship," Grace mutters.

"Free gym membership," Jason smiles. I roll my eyes and remind him that I've been on free membership forever.

"I got you something," Matthew says.

"Me too," Marcel mumbles. I smile at them. I manage to catch Marcel's eye and raise one of my eyebrows. He gives me a half-hearted smile that doesn't light up his stormy eyes. Something's wrong.

"Excuse us for a minute," I say, and grab his wrist gently, pulling him into the kitchen with me. I frown at him and say, "Whats wrong, baby boy?" He fidgets with the buttons on his vest and polishes his glasses quickly, staring at the ground. I purse my lips and wait for him to answer my question.

"Nothing," he murmurs.

"Don't lie, Marcel," I sigh.

"I just don't think your friends like me very much, that's all. I thought maybe you liked then better than you like me," he mutters. "They're all better looking and more like you, even Matthew." I smile at him, and pull him closer to me. I stand on my toes so I can kiss him quickly, softly. He reacts quickly and puts his hand on my lower back and the other on my cheek. I smile against his lips when he does so, my forearm behind his head.

"If they don't like you, they're insane. I like you a lot, so it doesn't matter what they think." I kiss his cheek. He never gelled his hair down today, so the untamed, curly locks dominate his head once again. I tousle them and he blushes. "And don't even say they're better looking than you, because you're fucking gorgeous, baby boy. You know what you can do to me," I smirk, and kiss his jaw once. "Okay?"

"Okay," he smiles softly.

"Chase!" I hear Jason yell. "Get your ass back in here!" I smirk and squeeze Marcel's hand before we head back out to everybody else.