Marcel

Chapter 17

I toss to my other side, I see a boy with curly brown hair and bare back in front of my face. Last night was one of the most magical nights of my life. The hot breaths that we shared brought shivers down my spine. Something that him and I never experienced before. It looks like he has at least lost his virginity by his NEW looks and personality. But no, he hasn't. He said he wanted to wait with the girl he loved; which was me. I was the girl he fell in love with. His best friend.

I was disturbed by my thoughts by Marcel's phone vibrating. Marcel never budged. I shook Marcel's large shoulders to try and get him up.

"Marcel you phone." I whisper.

He groans before looking at his phone. I took a small peek to see who was calling his phone. The word "mom" was on the screen and a sigh of relief rushed over my body. She was probably just calling to wonder where her son is at.

"Hello?" He answers in his raspy morning voice.

"Really!?" He sits up from the bed.

"Okay I'm on my way." He says.

He gets up from the bed and starts putting on his clothes very fast. Why is he rushing to get out of here?

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I just got a letter from CCPA." He says.

"Holy crap!" I get up and started putting on shoes, not even bothering to dress up.

Marcel and I have been talking about going to Chicago College of Performing Arts together. Marcel and I always wanted to go to Chicago. We've never been outside of London before, so this is a big deal for us. Even before we started going out, him and I would always be together and talk about it. Unfortunately my letter hasn't come to the mail yet. But I'm very excited to hear that Marcel got his.

Marcel and I rush out of my house. We run to his doorstep and Marcel grabs his keys out. He scrambled through them as fast as he could. He was finally abled to grab the correct key, putting inside the key hole and twisting it.

We rushed into the living room where Anne and Gemma were sitting.

"Where is it?" Marcel asks.

"On the kitchen counter." She says pointing to the table.

Marcel and I both run to the kitchen. He grabs the letter and start ripping the envelope. He grabs the letter out and starts to read it. I looked deep into his green eyes and saw his eyes moving from side to side.

It took him a few minutes to finally telling us if he got excepted or not.

"I got in." He says very calmly before smiling very large revealing his dimples.

"Congratulations!" I say giving him a right hug. I go on my tippy toes so I am able to wrap my arms around his neck. He starts planting wet kisses on my neck. I can feel his smile on my neck. Once I let go, Marcel was pulled into the arms of his mother, then his sister. They both had mascara running down their beautiful faces. They were so proud of this beautiful boy.

"You should go check your mail!" Anne says to me.

"Yea." I say and rush to my front door step.

When I get there, I see a letter with the corner written CCPA on it. It took me a minute before finally opening the letter. If I got in, Marcel and I's dreams will come true.

I flip the envelope over to open it. When I finally retrieve the paper, I looked at the first couple of sentences to know if I got in.

I hear footsteps behind me.

"What happened?" Marcel said from behind.

"I didn't get in." I start to cry. It started with just one tear drop, then it ended up being multiple drops going down my checks and I could barely see.

He puts his hands on both of my shoulders to turn me around. Even with his most soothing touch that always comforts me, I still feel the pain.

"I'm so sorry." He says to me while pulling me in for a hug.

"It was suppose to be our dream, you and I going to Chicago together. Now we can't." I say into his chest.

"We can still go to Chicago together, we can go to different schools and we can have our own apartment together." He says and it shocks me.

"You want to live with me?" I ask.

"More than anything else in the world. As long as I'm with you, that's all I could ask for." He says.

"Just don't think about it for now." He adds.

"Okay, let's go upstairs. I need comfort." I say.

"Alright." He says while putting his arm around my shoulders.

We walk up the stairs and I slam my face into my pillow. Marcel climbs over me and sits next to me. He starts rubbing his hand up and down my back. Then starts rubbing my head.

"Uggh." I groan into the pillow.

"It's alright baby." He comforts me.

I just don't understand what I did wrong.

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