Marcel POV
I'm going on vacation with Louis!!! Oh my god I don't even know how to feel about this! I'm excited but I'm also really nervous. We found out that we're going out to California! all the way in America! We get out of school for spring break in a week and apparently there's a heat wave expected the week we're there.
It was now Saturday morning. Yesterday at school Louis waved to me and said hi to me in the halls when he saw me, even though his friends gave him weird looks. Its too bad we can't have any classes together; unless I took the same elective however, and we would have to get the same period.
Yesterday morning my bullies came up to me in the morning though and it was bad. They pushed me on the ground and broke my glasses. Luckily I had a spare pair. They also we're kicking me in the sides. I had tears flowing down my face and was almost coughing up blood when Louis came to my rescue. He started yelling at them and they knew not to mess with him. After the bullies left, Louis helped me up and practically carried me to the bathroom. I begged him not to take me to the nurse because my mum would find out about the bullying.
Louis took me into the bathroom and tried to get me to take my shirt off so he could help me, but I didn't want him to see my... erm... tattoos.
After I convinced him to go back to his friends and that I would be fine he left.
But anyways it is now Saturday morning. I didn't bother putting on my usual clothes so I slipped on some sweatpants and a rolling stones shirt. I just shook my curls out and put my contacts in then.
I walked downstairs and sat on my couch.
What should i do today?
Maybe get a new tattoo?
That's when i decided to get a new tattoo. I changed into black skinny jeans, and slipped on a red beanie i got yesterday. I grabbed my coat and headed towards the tattoo parlor.
I was almost in town when i saw Louis coming out of one of my favorite stores and almost said hi when i realized he would recognize me and see my tattoos so i ran to the tattoo parlor and inside.
I walked up to the desk and greeted my friend, Rob. He was in his late 20s.
"Hey Rob how's business?"
"Hey Marcel! It's been doing pretty well actually! So you getting a new tattoo today or just saying hi?"
"Actually I came to get another tattoo." I grinned at him.
"Okay come on back!"
I followed Rob back where he led me to a seat.
"So what are we getting today?"
"I want a big butterfly right here!" i then pointed above my abs.
"Alright! I'll get started!"
Rob gathered all his supplies and got started. The pain it gave me felt somewhat nice but sometimes it just hurt. It took awhile but Rob was so good at this i knew he wouldn't disappoint me.
When he was done i looked in the mirror. It was absolutely perfect. It represented the butterflies Louis gave me in my stomach.
I then started my short walk home. I saw Louis again but he didn't see me luckily. Louis must live close by because he was in my neighborhood. I snuck into my house and slipped of my shoes and coat. I then decided to watch a movie and picked out Superbad. It was hilarious!
By now it was about 5:00. My mum came home and we ate dinner. I forgot to show her my new tattoo though. She didn't really care that i got tattoos. She kind of let me do what i want as long as i had good grades and was good to her.
After taking a shower i went to bed with pondering thoughts.
Louis POV (while Marcel is waking up and stuff)
I woke up on Saturday morning with nothing to do. My mum was at work, therefore me being left home alone. I considered calling Marcel because i didn't really want to see my friends for some reason. What HAS this boy done to me?
i decided to go buy some clothes because, well, why not?
I headed into town and bought some shirts and beanies from my favorite stores. After awhile i just headed home. I walked past Marcel's house on my journey back and thought about saying hi, but then thought it would be rude.
When I got home i only had about an hour before my mum got home so I watched a few cooking shows. I am absolute rubbish at cooking so it really fascinates me.
My mum came home after two episodes with some pizza. We ate together and then i felt really tired and went to bed soon after.
As I laid in bed i had one thing on my mind.. Marcel. After that day i saved him from those jerks in his grade i felt like we became just a bit closer. My friends always gave me weird looks when i waved to him at school but i didn't care.
I did feel a bit hurt when he wouldn't let me help him clean up his wounds in the bathroom that day. I understand though. He's probably really, well weak and insecure about himself. He's beautiful no matter what though. I would never judge him.
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