Oh Marcel

chapter 24

MARCELS POV

I woke up on what felt like a couch.  The bright sun was shinning and I felt very whats the phrase...hungover.  My eyes adjusted to the light and I noticed I was not at my house.  I was at Scarlett's.  I couldn't find her.  I looked around the room and figuared out I was in her living room.  I didn't know how I got here or where she was.  I got up threw the brown knitted blanket on the ground.  I walked up the stairs and walked to her door.  I opened it up quietly and sh ewas sitting on her side, looking at her phone. I walked in and again quietly closed the door. 

" Hi," She said quietly sitting up and looking at me. I leaned against the door, my arms were folded, a small smild grew on my face.  Bits and peices of the night before came flooding back to my memory.  

" Yeah we really were," I laughed. 

" Arg sit down and talk to me young one," She said and threw a pillow at me. I picked it up and sat down on the end of her bed.  "So Emilie texted me this morning and she wrote...things." 

" What she say?" I asked. 

" She said that her and Harry are now together so yeah and last night they also did things." 

" I sort of expected them to be together, but are you saying they had... sex?" 

" Yup, thats what I said.  So what what are you doing today?" 

" Today I'm going to my fathers house, and yeah thats pretty much it.  You know me sort of the boring, nurdy guy," I said pulling my phone out of my pocket. 

" Now thats where your wrong.  You have me, the person who brightens up your life and gets you into crazy shit that is almost impossible to get out of," She said loudly and thowing her arms in the air.  She had on a big smile that cannot be duplicated.  

" Ha yeah I know. I think I'm going to go, its almost eleven thirty," I said as I got up to leave. 

" Wait Marc, am I picking you up or...?" 

" Listen Scar," I said as I walk over to the end of her bed again.  " I don't think its a good idea for you to go with me." Her face went from happy to extreamly sad. 

" No you went with me to my fathers house and I know you didn't like that.  No I'm going with you-" 

" My dad isn't like yours he's not abusive.  I'll be okay,"  I tried to persuade her.  

" Wait she really didn't tell you?" 

" Wait who should have told me what now?" I asked. 

" Your mum.  Okay well he didn't just leave.  She kicked them out.  She was really pissed at him.  I mean your right he didn't technicly abuse her, he made her feel bad about herself.  He made her feel like everything she did was shit.  So to sum it all up eventully she couldn't take it all and she well kicked him out," Scarlett explained. 

" Wait how do you know all of this?" 

" We had tea.  She talked and I listened its really not that hard.  And at the end of the day I really wanted to listen because I didn't have anyone to listen to.  I couldn't even listen to my own mum. She was in the next stage going out all night,  but I didn't hear her this morning so I asume she is still in that stage. " 

" Thanks Scar," I said calmly.  I can't beleive how fortante I am for having a best friend

" Oh its fine.  And really I liked it.  If you want to know the little details I wrote them down. Here." She got up from her extreamly comfortable bed and walked to her bookshelf.  Hidden in between multipule novels was and old, small, leather jornal.  It was very beat up and had different types of stains.  " It was one of my brothers old jornals it was a birthday present.  They probably stole it form a poor person at school or somthing because it had a few entiries in it." 

I grabbed it and flipped through the pages.  Ther was very soft and delicate. Her handwriting looked like script.  It was perfect cursive.  Ocassionally I would come acoss a few swears and honestly it didn;t surpirse me. Every page was full and a few peices of paper were stapled to the back cover. 

" Wow you certainly did listen," I said in shock. 

" That is every word.  All of them are hers.  I didn't add anything to it.  Here if you take the book you have to let me go with you to your dad's," she offered. 

It took me a few minutes to wrap my head around the idea and relized that she really wanted to do this.  " Fine whatever.  Deal."  She practically leaped on me and was so happy for a reason I could grasp.  Then she lightly kissed my cheak.  I didn't know whether to be surprised or happy.  I felt a rush going down my spine and every vain was more alert. I wasn't happy nor surprised I was shocked.  Even though it ment nothing to her it ment everything to me.  She pulled away and she looked like everything was normal.  " Why are you so happy?" 

" Because I get to spend another day with my bestfriend.  And every good day is a best day," she said with a big smile.  A slight grin came across my face.  I gave her one more hug and grabbed her keys from her desk. 

" I'm taking your car home," I said with a little sass and left her room. 

" YOU KNOW THATS MY CAR RIGHT?!" She screamed from her room. 

" TO BAD!" I screamed back and left the house. 

 SCARLETTS POV

I laughed at the fact that he took my truck.  Especially because he really hasn't ever drivin it before.  I walked to my closet and picked out a pair of light washed high waisted shorts, and an off white summer sweater.   I was off my way to the bathroom to take a shower when I noticed the leather little book laying on my desk laying on top of The Great Gatspey.   I smiled and picked it up I brought it with me to the bathroom.