I didn't want to get out of bed. I was too comfortable. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. It was 6 am. I knew I had to get up sooner or later. I felt his warmth still. I turned to face him. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. I touched his curls and moved closer to him. He had an arm wrapped lazily around my waist. I ran my fingers up and down his arm. "Marcel. It's time to get up." I told him as I ruffled his curls. He groaned, "Five more minutes." I laughed, it was like waking up a five year old. "We are going to be late for school if you don't get up." I warned him. He opened his eyes and pulled me into a big hug, "How are you feeling?" "Amazing." I told him as I kissed his cheek. "I love you, (y/n)." He kissed my forehead and I wished we could stay in that moment forever. That was until I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Marcel hurried and grabbed his clothes and hid in the closet. "(Y/n). Breakfast is ready." My mom said as she popped her head in my room. I tried my hardest not to glance at my closet, "Okay. I'll be there in a minute." She smiled and left. I breathed a sigh of relief. I walked over to the closet and opened it. "Coast is clear." I told Marcel. He was dressed already, "I think I'm done with being a badass. For a while at least." I laughed, "Well come on badass. Lets get you out of here before someone notices." I grabbed his hand and walked over to the window. "See you in a bit." He kissed me and climbed out of the window. I watched as he climbed down the tree and checked to see if anyone saw him. He jogged across the yard and out of sight. I knew after what happened that we could get through anything. I loved Marcel with every fiber in my being. Nothing and no one could get in the way of that. Well until the head cheerleader got involved.
