Fade {Harry Styles}

chapter 15

Please excuse all the spelling mistakes!

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Marcel was in one of those moods. It was the kind of mood he got into while at work; the one where everything he did was a routine, he was barely paying attention to his surroundings, and was certainly not in the category one might describe as happy. Instead, he robotically scanned item after item at the checkout and restocked row after row of items, reminding himself that he was getting paid.

It was all ok becase he was getting paid.

Walmart was a drag, especially during the morning hours, which is usually the shift he was placed for. Rarely anyone was around, and if there was someone grocery shopping at such an awful hour, Marcel made it his hobby as he scanned their items to continuously ask himself how crazy they had to be to be up and moving at such a time of day that was sacred to most's sleeping patterns.

On that particular morning, he was placed with the all but glorious job of restocking the feminine products shelf. No matter how many times a man would tell himself that such items were mandatory to a woman's life, there was no possible way he himself would ever fully accept the fact. Even the word tampon had Marcel's skin crawling. And forbid that any women would ever come to his checkout lane with a package of needed female products because he would most certainly be rotting of awkwardness on the inside. Women really freaked him out sometimes.

Trying to get his mind off of the merchandise he was in charge of stocking, Marcel began to hum to himself quietly. No particular tune, either, just a couple notes that sounded good when strung together to a beat. His voice was a bit scratchy and even a little groggy during the morning hours, but otherwise it was good.

He moved from isle to isle, making sure everything was in order for easiest access. He wandered from the bandaid section to the fruit, then across the store to the electronics and finally he began to stack movies on an abandoned shelf. A couple hours had gone by and the store had become slightly busier now that the world seemed to be awakening. He continued to hum to himself until a cleared throat interrupted his song.

"Excuse me, sir?" Marcel turned to the customer. A man in a wheelchair with eyes that looked so much like his sister's. 

"Will?"

"Ha--Marcel?"

"Ye--Yeah. What are you doing here?" Marcel asked, bewildered by the man in front of him. He thought it was rare he would ever see him again. And last time wasn't exactly the most pleasant of experiences either. It ended with a lot of emotion, in every genre, from Kelsey.

"Shopping." Will offered Marcel a tentitive half smile. He seemed almost as if he were a bit timid of making any conversation with Marcel. He looked almost...uncomfortable."I'm going over to Kelsey's for some movies. We haven't done this since we were kids and 'm horrible at picking. Got any suggestions?" Will asked, wheeling himself over to the isles of movies, breaking the short moment of eye contact they had in the process.

"Well," Marcel started. He shifted his position so he was stationed next to Will staring at the movie rack. "What kind of movie do you want to watch; comedy, tragedy, animated...?"

"Comedy."

"Romantic or ---"

"Oh, God. Anything but that Romantic shit."

The corner of Marcel's mouth upturned slightly. He could practically hear the resemblance between Will and Kesley. It was facinating. Marcel had always wondered how people could say that he and Gemma were so much alike. He, personally, had never payed much attention to similarities between siblings, and he began to wonder if people would still think he and his sister were alike...