Chapter Eleven:
"Ello, Love." Marcus told me, wrapping his arms around me. At that time, we were walking down the street toward a club. Kyle was on the other side of me since he didn't trust me and Marcus alone in a club. Kyle's friend made us all fake ID's already last year, and supprisingly Marcus already had one. He handed his ID to the big guy, and whispered in my ear.
"Always prepared in England?" I asked, giggling.
"Ha-ha. Maybe." He told me with a wink. Kyle must've saw Marcus, because he rolled his eyes. Kyle has been acting so childish lately. I elbowed Kyle in the side, and Marcus grabbed my hand, shuffling me through the crowd. Marcus's hand slipped out of mine for a minute, and I gasped. I quickly searched for Kyle, who bumped straight into me. "Thank God." I mumbled.
Kyle gripped my arm, leaning into my ear. "He already left you?"
I wanted to slap Kyle right then and there, because I knew Marcus would be right back. "No!" I yelled over the music. He rolled his eyes, and led me away from the crowd. Suddenly a beer can was in my hand, and I was facing Marcus. I smirked, and was about to take a sip, but then Kyle snatched it away.
"Don't think so." He said sternly to Marcus. "Why?" I practicly whined, trying to snatch it back. "No. I don't want you to get drunk in this type of club."
"Stop acting like my Mom!" I yelled at him, grabbing Marcus's arm and pulled him to the dance floor.
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Kyle's P.O.V.
"Ah! Spider Man is alive in well today, you guys!" Farah slurred as I dragged her up the stairs. Her stupid asshole boyfriend gave her beers after I told him not to. I was pulling me with all my might on Farah's waist as she clung for dear life unto the stairwell's pole. "Farah! Let. Go. Now!" I yelled.
"No. No. No." Farah mumbled, shaking her head. I finally reached down and picked her up bridal-style. Farah rested her head unto his shoulder. "Hey there, Sexy. I found out who you really are, Peter. You're Spider...You're..That Spider guy. Yeah, him." She mumbled, as I placed her on her bed. I pulled the covers up, and tucked her in.
"Kiss me, Spider Parker Peter Man. Kiss me," She mumbled, while placing her hands on her lips. "Kiss me." She whispered again. I shook my head no. I love Farah, but I will not ruin this friendship what so ever. Farah pouted, and then did the unexpected. She grabbed my face, and dragged mine toward hers, crashing our lips together. I kissed her back, then pulled away suddenly. "No." I mumbled to her. Her breath reeked of Beer. Oh my God. I just kissed my best friend even if she won't remember it tomorrow.
I looked back at Farah, who obviously was already asleep since I could see her breathing even out. Tonight I didn't stay with her. I couldn't. That kiss was enough, even though since she's drunk it doesn't mean anything to her. I shook my head, and left.
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She is Love
Humor-C o m p l e t e d- Friendship should all be about trust, right? Wrong. Or that's how Farah feels nowadays in her recent and old relationships. But by her getting caught up in her own world of recent relationships, she must rely on her old ones as w...
