We walked out of the house and I didn't make eye contact with Tom. Scarlett and Tom hopped into her truck and I went in the backseat of Emilie's car. She drove a black Jeep Wrangler. I wasn't that surprised because it totally fit her style. She turned on the radio and someone started singing. It wasn't her though and of course it wasn't me...it was Harry. He actully made me look up from playing Flappy Bird. ( Which we all know is impossible). 'So What' was playing and he hit ever note. I have never heard him sing before. As I listened I heard Emilie singing quietly and she was also pretty good. Harry was driving and Emilie started giving him directions once we got out of town. I didn't exactly know where we were and I started to get confused.
" Where are we going?" I asked quietly.
" I have no idea. Do you remember this Marc? You've known her longer," Harry said with both hands on the wheel.
Before I could answer I got cut off. " Stop!" Emile yelled.
Harry swivled the car a little. " The fuck women. Are you trying to get us all killed!" Harry yelled.
" I was just going to say were here!" Emilie yelled back.
We stopped in front of a resturant. There weren't very many cars, about two old rusty cars were just sitting there. I looked to my right and there were old rusty train tracks. Everything looked almost abandoned. We all sat there and I could feel the confusion in the car. We got out of the Jeep, Harry and Emilie were leaning on the front of the car and her head was on his shoulders. Harry was wearing these really cool Ray Ban sunglasses that totally made them look like a bad ass couple. The beautiful sun was setting and there were different colours shinning. All I could think about was the mental instatuion and the veiw that shinned through the window. They were the same. Seeing it made me think about her brown eyes. Her brown beautiful eyes that made me melt instantly. I thought about how her eyes saved me. On the darkeat days all I had to do was think about her eyes and I felt okay. I turned my head and saw an old vintage truck pull into the almost empty parking lot. I snapped out of my thoughts. At that moment I felt my phone vibrate inside my pocket. I unlocked my phone and read the text.
Prepare to feel...emotions that you only feel in your dreams. I didn't need to even look at the name to know the text came from Scarlett. She jumped out of the car and Tom isntantly ran to her. He draped his arm around her neck. She whispered a few things in his ear and he smiled. I rolled my eyes and turned to Harry. We didn't talk I just didn't want to look at Tom and Scarlett it disgusted me. I tried to make I contact with Scarlett and she quickly looked at me. She flashed me a smile that made me shiver inside. They met us at the car and Harry didn't look to happy at Tom.
" You my people are probably asking me why I brought you some where that makes absoutly no sense."
We all nodded and Tom started playing on his phone which made me wounder.
" As I have gotten to know all of you I have relized we have all some sort of anger... and over the course of the night it will all make sense, but for now you my friends are going to stay curious...." she trailed off and then touched Toms hand. Which by the way was still around her perfect neck. He looked up from his phone and they both started walking. Emilie let go of Harry's hand and unsexpectedly jumped on Scarlett's back. At that moment Tom removed his arm from Scarett's neck and shot Emilie a pissed off look. At that moment I was not thinking and I jumped on Harry's back.
" The fuck Marc." Scarlett stared and the two girls started laughing uncontrolably.
" Oh my God I ship it!" Emilie laughed.
I patted the top of his head. " Faggot," he mumbled under his breath. I then slapped him slightly on the cheek. Quite honestly I can't stand that word. Its mean and no one deserves to say it. I hopped off and as well did Emilie.
Tom opened the door and held it open for everyone except for me of course. He almost slammed the door in my face, but I caught it. It was a small what looked like Italian resturant. Almost all the tables were empty. Scarlett didn't stop at the hostess podium. She contiuned to walk to the kitchen. There wasn't very much chefs about two. I saw one man washing dishes and he looked very tired. The other man was eating a burger and then shot up when he saw Scarlett.
" Hey Scarlett how are you...?!" He had a mexican accent, and he was rather short.A few inches shorter than Tom. She gave him a small hug and looked very excited.
" We need a few things. Can we barrow the roof and about um..." she turned around I could tell she was counting in her head and then turned back to face the mirror. "About five, six, possibly seven beers?"
" Ohh no. Sorry. Too young. But you can have the roof."
" Mario, please. I'm almost eighteen. And Tom here is eighteen in like six days so its really not bad," she convinced.
" I don't know..."
" Please no ones even here. And the nearest place is like five miles away," she begged. .
" Arg fine but you can't tell your mom," he said. She then pulled apart from the group and walked to the stainless steal fridge. She pulled out about five beers and put them on the counter besides her. Tom walked over to her and grabbed two bottles.
" Come on my people off to the roof," she announced.
Harry had his arm around Emilie's waist and they walked up together. And like usual I was alone. I wounder if its always going to be like this?
HEY PEOPLE, OMG I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH. AND I LOVE ALL MY READERS. YOU PEOPLE ARE AMAZING. I HAVE A LOT MORE TO WRITE SO KEEP READING. QOTD: DO YOU LIKE LONG CHAPTERS OR SHORTER CHAPTERS? THANK YOU MY LOVLIES. XOXO -KAT
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FanfictionLife has it's ups and downs. Marcel isn't like everyone else, but maybe that's a good thing. Although everything does in fact happen for a reason.
