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23: "Look Outside!"

After yesterday's torture with Justin, I was completely worn out. I changed position on my bed, un-straightening my legs and folding them, resting my laptop in the middle. I was meant to be doing an assignment, but, I got distracted, ending up on Twitter.

Scroll. Scroll. Laugh. Retweet. Refresh. Scroll.

My phone, that was next to me on the bed, lit up, drawing my attention away from the laptop. I picked it up, tapping the message.

From Marcus:

how's your assignment going cutiepie? xx

To Marcus:

i got bored and gave up sorry xx

From Marcus:

you're an ass.

To Marcus:

thank you babe x x x

From Marcus:

since you're not doing work, want to hang out?

To Marcus:

i'm coming over right now

I closed my laptop, carefully placing it into my rucksack, and jumped off the bed, putting on my sneakers, that were by the side, and sliding on my coat.

I raced down the stairs, to see my family all sitting on the sofa, watching TV.

"Mom, dad, I'm going over to, uh -." I stopped, debating whether or not to say Marcus' name. "A friend's house, for my assignment." I lied.

"What friend, sweetie?" My mom pushed.

"Just Marcus."

I had told them all about how we became friends, from failing right up to now. At first they were angry, but then, they came to accept it, because they were happy I was actually doing something about it. I always felt slightly awkward mentioning his name though, because it reminded them of how the whole situation started.

"Well, have fun, honey."

"Thanks, mom. I love you guys, see you later."

I raced to the door, and out into the mid-winter scenery.

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I banged against the wooden door. Instantly, someone came to open it.

"Back for more already?"

Justin had opened the door; his voice was dry and husky, his eyes were half closed, squinting in the light, and his hair was all over the place, parts flopping down over his forehead and others standing up on the top of his head. He looked like he had just woken up, even though it has six in the evening.

"Mmm, of course." I said, smiling sarcastically. "Is Marcus here?"

He rolled his eyes, running a hand through the rough hair over his face, spiking it up. Turning around, he walked back into the house, leaving the door open.

I stepped through, watching his muscular, tan back (he was only wearing navy pajama pants), as he walked ahead of me. I noticed a small scar on his lower back that looked like it was cut pretty deep, making me wonder what happened.

"He's in his room." Justin moped into the kitchen.

I sprinted up the marble stairs and straight to Marcus' room, pushing the door open as soon as I reached it.

"I'm here." I plopped down next to him on the bed, throwing my coat to the side. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, in a quick hug, kissing his cheek.

"Whatcha doin'?" I squinted at the screen of his laptop.

"Looking for a movie for us to watch." he scrolled.

"Oo, pick that one." I pointed one out.

"No, that sucks ass."

"Does not."

"Does to."

I poked his side. "It does not."

He returned the poke, setting his laptop down on the side table. "It so does."

"You suck ass." I pushed him to the side, attacking him.

He pushed me back, making us roll across the bed. He was able to climb over the top of me. I squirmed, trying to get away from him, but somehow, he managed to pin me down to the bed. Suddenly, I felt his soft fingers making their way all over my stomach, in an attempt to tickle me.

"Marc-us s-s-stop!" I yelped through laughs, unable to get him off.

"Not until you say that I'm right." He tickled harder.

I screamed. "Never!"

"I guess I won't stop then."

"P-ple-ase!"

"Only because I'm a nice person, and you said please." He pulled back off me.

Seizing the opportunity, I flipped him over, so I was sitting on top of him.

"Look whose on top now, bitch." I smirked as I rested my hands on top of his chest, pressing down slightly.

"Maddie." He tried to grab my hands.

"Oh, you don't like it, do you?" I moved my hands away.

"Don't you dare."

"Or what?" I leaned down, closing the gap between us.

There was a long pause. He gradually started to sit up, his body moving closer to mine, making me become nervous all of a sudden, why, I don't know. He sat up completely, causing me to slowly slip off his stomach in the process, so I was now straddling his upper thighs. I looked into his eyes, he stared back at me, not saying anything. His hands moved from where they were, behind him, supporting us on the bed, and carefully placed themselves around my back, squeezing me into a hug.

"Or I'll squeeze you to death." He whispered in my ear.

I laughed, moving my hands from his chest and letting them creep upward, around his neck. My head was relaxed on his shoulder, my eyes closed.

Pulling my head up, I peered out of the window behind him.

"Oh my God." I whispered.

"What?" He pulled back, confused.

"Look outside!"

Before he even had a chance to look, I jumped up, grabbing his hand and pulling him up off the bed with me.

"What are you doing? Where are we going?"

"Just follow me!"