My Name Is Marcel

Chapter 1

Marcel's POV:

My hand never leaves Cheyenne's as she drags me to my car to go back home. "follow my car, you can visit my place for some cocoa." she says. Being that I'm so shocked I just grin and agree to her. She smiles at me and walks to her light blue toyota. I open the door and climb into the drivers seat and collect my thoughts. Someone, a girl, actually invited me to a house? That's not like me. I shake my head and put my car into drive and begin to follow her car down the highway. It's deserted except for our two cars. I can't help but think about her beautiful smile. It makes me giddy just thinking about her. I have hopes. She saved my life. That must mean something good...

She speeds up and I notice her laughing and dancing to the song on her radio. I chuckle and decide to turn mine on. I recognize it as a song they play frequently. "Counting Stars." I start to sing along.

"BABY IVE NOT BEEN PRAYING HARD! SAID NO MORE COUNTING DOLLARS, WE'LL BE COUNTING STARS!" I yell. Look how Cheyenne has gotten me from almost killing myself to dancing around to a song in my car. I couldn't be happier. Well I could... If we maybe... MARCEL STOP IT RIGHT NOW. I laugh and Glance over at her car to see her throwing her head around to a song. She sees me and blushes, making me blush in the process. Oh Cheyenne.

We continue on our journey to her house. She turns onto a street. Chestnut Street. Okay... She stops at house number 123. 123 Chestnut Street. It's near mine. Her house is huge. It has stone along the front of the house covering everything but the windows. Wow. She is out of her car waving at me. I laugh and park my car. She smiles and I shut the door carefully. "follow me!" she excitedly says. "o-o-okay..." I say with a nervous stutter. "you should take a shower to warm up. You can stay the night if you feel like it." she smiles up at me whilst opening the door. Her keys jingle slightly and the door slides effortlessly open revealing a gigantic living room. She wipes her feet on the plush rug and slides her damp boots off and places them to the side. I do the same with my dress shoes.

"HOME!" she yells and jumps onto the cream colored couch. I laugh and sit next to her. "where are the showers?" I ask. She points up the stairs to a room off the the side. "there." she smiles and motions for me to go. I graciously walk up the stairs my socks making squishy wet noises.

I open the door and start to take off my clothes to climb in the huge shower.

Cheyenne's POV:

I watch as Marcel climbs my stairs to the bathroom. I hear the door click shut. He's so beautiful and he doesn't know it. I sigh and climb the stairs up to my room.

I helped him because i've always had a slight crush on him. He was so adorable. He might be hotter if he just fixed up his hair better and dressed in less ridiculous clothes. I sigh getting up to make hot cocoa. I hear the shower start and I smile to myself remembering that he's in my home right now. I start to hum "Gold" by Britt Nicole. I hear the shower shut off after about 3 minutes. That was quick. He is a guy after all. The water that I put on the stove starts to boil. I get up to run towards the kitchen. I never liked my gigantic house. Once I stop the water I head up to my brother Caleb's room to get Marcel some clothes. Caleb is in the military. He will come home soon, I just feel it. I pick out some random clothes. The bathroom door squeaks open and I see a naked Marcel with just a towel wrapped VERY low on his lower half. I almost die. Is it hot In here or just shirtless Marcel?

I look up at him. He currently has curls. I walk up to him and ruffle up his hair. "you have curls?" I ask. Marcel blushes and nods. "wow..." I mutter. I hand him the clothes and 

He thanks me politely and walks back into the bathroom. He's hot man...

I walk back down to the kitchen to finish the cocoa. I pour the mix into the mugs and then pour the steaming hot water into both. It smells amazing. I take a sip and it burns slightly going down my throat. Marcel walks down the stairs looking hotter than ever with his sexy curls. God Damn... I cough slightly and go into the fridge to get some whipped cream. I shake them and smile at Marcel. "shall we?" I ask raising my eyebrows. He smirks and walks over and grabs a can. We crack them open. I start to spray my cocoa when I feel some sticky, cold, whipped cream go down my shirt. I gasp and turn around. Marcel whistles like he did nothing. I spray his face and he laughs spraying it in my hair. "MARCEL! YOUR GONNA GET IT NOW!" I yell spraying at his chest. He squeals. "at least I can take my shirt OFF!" he laughs while spraying my chest.

I gasp and he takes his shirt off. I stand there staring at him. "um c-ch-chey?" he coughs after I stare mouth wide. "sorry I just..." I start to say. But before I can finish I start to spray all over him. "CHEY!" he says using his newly found nickname. Chey. I like it...

I laugh and chase him spraying all over the house and his face. He sprays back and we end up covered, every inch of our bodies are full of whipped topping. I laugh and jump on top of him knocking him over. We land on the floor breathless, me on top of him. We laugh and soon our laughter dies down and we are silent. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heart. The one I saved...

I smile up at him. He's blushing. I hug his chest tightly. "please stay over." I whisper climbing off of his chest. He's all flustered. I smile. "let's watch movies shall we?" I say trying to change the topic off of us just laying on top of each other. He nods and I go upstairs to change. I climb into the shower. I hum a random tune as the droplets drown out my thoughts. Wow Marcel looked really hot just then. No one knew how capable of how sexy he could be. I laugh at my thoughts. Me and Marcel... yeah right. Like he would date me. I hate my eyes. My hair. My body.

I need to stop with those thoughts. I would turn back into the girl I used to be. The one who cut and constantly drowned  out the world with her tears. No. I'm a different person now. Once I finish washing out all the whipped cream out of my hair, I climb out and choose something to wear. I decide on leg hugging shorts with a tank top. I feel pretty comfortable around Marcel. I wash my face in the sink and head downstairs. Marcel is sitting on my couch, shirtless, looking through Netflix. I smile at him. He makes me feel so warm inside. He makes my stomach flutter. He smiles up at me. "I'm not sure what to pick..." He keeps scrolling through the movies. "OOOO! TANGLED! WE NEED TO WATCH THAT!" I jump up and down clapping. "It's not here?" He asks scrunching his eyebrows. Even when he does that he makes me melt.

"Oh I know, but I have the movie downstairs." I smile at him and head down the stairs to grab the movie. I look through the shelf full of movies to find tangled. I slide my fingers inbetween Hairspray and 007 to grab Tangled. I smile at the cover. This is my favorite disney  movie. I run back upstairs through the dark hallway to Marcel who is watching the empty screen sipping his hot cocoa.

Marcel's POV:

Cheyenne runs downstairs to grab tangled. I sit there staring at the black void known as the TV. Waiting for my hero to come back up. She runs back up the stairs. She looks beautiful. Her hair bounces as she comes up the stairs. That's not the only thing that bounces... MARCEL STOP IT. I shake my head. I pull up the covers to my neck and Chey giggles. "What... I'm getting comfy." I laugh. She gets in front of the tv and bends over to place the movie into the dvd player. I try to look away. She looks so good in those shorts. I lick my lips. MARCEL... I'm warning you!

I can't help it. I'm a boy anyway. it's not entirely wrong to stare. She finishes and walks back over and sits next to me. She leans her head on my shoulder and she scoots closer to my body and turns the movie on. Her heat radiates my body filling me with a warm sensation. I shiver slightly.

What is wrong with my pants? (Oh my gosh this is so hard to write :| -Lindsay) They seem tighter than usual. (I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING!!! AHHHH! -Emma) 

I feel down to untie the strings on my sweatpants. I feel a little better... But they hurt now... "Um... Cheyenne. I'm gonna. uh. g-g-go to the b-bathroom real quick." I say awkwardly and sprint up the stairs. Once I politely shut the door I almost scream when I look down. OH MY GOD MARCEL JR! I feel so dirty. How could Cheyenne do this to me? Oh my gosh I've never had these thoughts about a woman before. 

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L - OMG I'M SO SORRY! I JUST HAD TO! I couldn't  stop laughing when I wrote it. I was all like, "Lets let marcel get a b0ner... Oh Linds... You Nasty 

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