Chapter 22: The "Date"
Marcel's POV
"A DATE?!" my mother shrieked. "You're going on a DATE?! And Allie asked YOU!! Oh my goodness, I--"
"Mother!" I shouted over her. "It's not a date! Allie and I are just going someplace nice to talk and hang out so we can know each other better."
"Marcel, that's the definition of a date," my mother said matter-of-factly.
"Well, I know for a fact that it isn't a date," I stated confidently.
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Allie already has a boyfriend. So why would she go out with me?"
"Maybe she's cheating."
"Mother!"
"And all of those other reasons you said before. To talk and hang out and know each other better--"
"Mum, just be quiet!" I said, annoyed. "It isn't a date, and that's that."
"Then why do you look so nice?"
I looked down. I was wearing a dark green embroidered sweater, khakis, and my favorite pair of loafers. It didn't seem like much to me.
"I always want to look nice for Allie," I said, looking back up.
"Aw!" my mother cooed, pinching my cheeks. "My little baby's in love!"
"No, I'm not!" I shot back and pushed her hands away. "I'm not in love! It's just a stupid crush. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go put some more gel in my hair."
As I ran up the stairs, my mother called after me, "Someday you'll have applied so much gel, your hair'll stay like that forever!"
"Good!" I retorted. I hated my hair.
I stood at my bathroom counter and grabbed my gel bottle. This one was halfway empty. I had an unopened one in the closet in case I ran out.
I squirted about half a quarter into my hand since my hair was already pretty gelled. I smoothed it down some more and washed my hands when I was done.
I might as well shave my head till I was completely bald. Yeah, that sounded good. I could join the Navy or the army. I could do something with my life.
But I was far too intelligent for that. I would probably start my own business or be some marketing guy. I liked marketing.
I checked the time on my watch. It was almost 5:00pm. I wondered if Allie would be on time or "fashionably late". I kind of wanted to wait by the door, but that would seem creepy and desperate. Wouldn't it?
I went into my room and took out the lyric sheet. I had suggested the "Now I'm floating like a butterfly" lyric. Allie had pointed out that was rather girly, but I told her she would be singing that part. She readily agreed.
That lyric meant something to me. It was special. It reflected my feelings on this life and how much I wanted to get away from it. It also reminded me of a certain scar I had, right on my--
The doorbell rang. My heart leaped in my chest. She was here! Allie was here!
"Marcel!" my mother yelled, but she didn't need to say anything else. I was already bounding down the stairs as fast as I could.
"I'll answer the door, alright?" I said pointedly.
My mother held up her hands in surrender and took a step away from the door. I rubbed my hands together and took a deep breath. I opened the door.
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FanfictionAllie is the most beautiful, most popular girl in school. She has it all: the perfect friends, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect life. Marcel is the exact opposite. He is not popular. No girl will talk to him, much less go near him. But worst of al...