The Styles

Chapter 6: Marcel?

Chapter 6

*Marcel's POV*

I woke up, turned off my alarm clock, and reached for my glasses. I put my glasses on, got out of bed, and got dressed, like usually. Brown high waisted shorts, a plaid shirt, and suspenders over them. As I was getting dressed, Edward walked by my room, then slowly back up. He laughed. I sighed.

"Marcel, you really think your gonna get girls like that?" He walks into my room and points at my outfit. I shook my head. "Be right back, don't leave with that on." Edward runs to his room and runs back into my room with a hand full of dark clothes. He handed them to me, and I thought about it.

Then I took the clothes from Edward's hands, and he nodes, "The girls are gonna come back running for you, Marcel." I chuckled, and Edward gave me some advice.

When did Edward start being so nice to be all the sudden? I nodded to everything he told me what not to do and what to do. Edward exited my room and wished me luck at school.

"Thanks Edward!" I shouted before he left the house.

"No problem!" He shouts back, opens the door, and shutting it.

I pulled out a big mirror and sat it across from me.

Good bye, lame socks, shoes, shorts, shirts, and... Suspenders. I sighed, and put all the nerdy crap up in a box and shoved it under my bed. I got undressed, and put on the clothes Edward had chosen for me. Black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, a jacket motorcycle jacket, and some red low cut converses.

I tied the laces on the shoes, and straightened up the jacket.

My glasses didn't go well with it what I was wearing today. I found some black shades in Harry's room, toke my glasses off, and put on the shades. I combed my hair back some, but no much.

Now this is this Marcel, I like.

I carried my backpack with one arm, went outside, and catch the BUS. Harold was across the street bouncing the basketball, when he looked up and saw my new look, he stopped bouncing the ball. The ball rolled down the hill into our driveway.

"Is there, something wrong, Harold?" I spoke differently.

"Y-your not a dressed up like a nerd anymore." He was priceless at first and grew a grin.

The bus stretched in front of us, Harold got on first then I got on. Everyone on the bus muttered to them selves.

"Woahhh, is that Marcel?" A blonde guy almost shouted.

"Niall, calm down, and yes." Harold chuckled and sat by Niall. I sat by myself, waiting for a person to sit next to me, and the next stop. There was the girl with black hair, dark tan skin, and a beautiful smile. I glared at her, and she caught me. She walked towards the back of the bus where I was sitting.

"Can I sit here?" She smiles.

"Sure." I moved my backpack and sat it on my lap.

"Thanks." She says putting her backpack on her lap and crossing her arms.

"I'm Marcel." I introduced myself.

"I'm Arushi, call me Annie." She says smiling.

Annie. Wow, that's a cute name, she looks beautiful when she smiles.

"Marcel?" Annie says.

"Yah" I quickly said, trying not to panic.

"Did you say that I look beautiful when I smile, and that my name is cute?" She says with one eyebrow up.

I gulped, "Maybe." I turned my head quickly and looked outside of the window.

I heard Annie laughing next to me, and she wasn't laughing at me. I felt proud. I looked back at Annie, and she was talking to herself.

"You talk to yourself?" I mocked her.

"Yah." She giggles, but embarrassed.

My palms are sweaty, my neck is sweaty, and I'm becoming hot. The next thing I noticed, I was nervous.

Nervous

For

Annie.

I have crush?

I asked myself.

Then I answer the question.

Yes, Marcel, you have a crush.