It's Saturday. In the morning, I awake to the scent of Marcel. It's strong. I rub my eyes and sit up. I'm at Marcel's. I forgot. Marcel isn't in the bed. I'm going to punch him. I don't really know my way around this place, so I just sit there for a minute thinking.
I think about last night and what happened. I was acting so weird. I guess there are two sides to every girl.
I notice that I'm still in clothes from school yesterday, and they are very uncomfortable. I see one of Marcel's shirts, a pair of glasses with a moustache under them, and a pair of his sweat pants, cats. I'm not the type of person who cares what people think of me, obviously, so I just change into his clothes, hoping he won't mind.
I walk into the living room to see Marcel with his glasses on, but is hair is still curly.
"Hey, stranger." I walk over to the couch, and Marcel takes one look at me. His face shows that he is shocked that I am wearing his clothes. "Talk much?" I laugh. He sits up. I sit on the couch beside him, and I look at Marcel. "Hi, stranger. Don't I know you from somewhere?"
"I don't know, but that's probably why I don't go there anymore." Marcel smirks.
"Fine, fine. I guess you just don't need a friend anymore." I put up my hands and got up. "Bye, Marcel."
"You can't just leave me here." Marcel pouts. I face him. He has tears in his eyes. I run to him and put my arms around him.
"I was only kidding. I'm not leaving you." I hold Marcel in my arms. "Don't cry. I was just playing. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry." Marcel buries his head in my shoulder. "I don't get friends. I'm lucky to have you."
"Marcel," I make him look at me, "I'm not leaving you." I kiss his forehead and offer him a smile.
"Okay, okay. I need an answer. Are my clothes comfortable?" Marcel asks. We both brake into laughter.
"Extremely." I repsond once I can breathe. "I might take these from you."
"Oh, no! Not my kitties and glasses with moostacheo!" Marcel gasps.
"Yes, yes! They are soo comfy!" I laugh.
