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Brock's POV
"Baby what's wrong?" I asked Marcel as i sat down next to him on his bed. "Where going to the Tyler's pool, why don't you have your swim stuff packed yet?"
I placed the small draw string bag holding our towels, on the floor.
"I don't like swimming," He said.
"Well why not," I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his warm body closer to mine.
"Of i tell you will you promise not to make fun of me?" He questioned with concern as he looking into my eyes.
"Of course, you can tell me anything, you know that i wouldn't laugh at you," i assured him, rubbing the side of his arm.
"I-" He looked up at me with an embarrassed face. "I don't like the way my chest looks," he ran his fingers through his hair sheepishly.
"What? Why? Haven't I seen it before?
"No, i always wear and undershirt, i have a big scar on my chest from a surgery i had when i was little and-"
"Let me see," i interrupted him with a calm voice.
"But, what if you don't like it?" He asked standing up.
"Marcel... i love you with all your heart, a silly little car won't do anything..." I smiled making him blush a bit.
"Okay..." he surrendered and sighed before walking to his closet and grabbed a bright orange pair of swim trunks.
He walked into the bathroom. He quickly changed then came out, arms across his chest.
"Come on..." I stood up and walked over to him.
I grabbed his arms and pulled them away, revealing his slightly toned chest and abdomen. I large scar traced from the top his collar bone, down to about two inches from his belly button.
"Come on, you look fine," I assured him as I held him close.
"Brock... Are you sure? What if our friends ask about it?" He looked around nervously.
"Then tell them to shut the fuck up and go away," I shrugged making smile. "There is that gorgeous smile of yours," I teased making him blush harder.
I kissed his sweet cheeks before grabbing his hand and walking to the front door.
"Mom, where leaving, we'll be back before seven," Marcel yelled, and once we got and okay from his mom, we left.
~Time Skip~
Brock's POV
"Fuck, you got my glasses wet," Craig wined setting his glasses to the side.
"You're supposed to be getting wet, it's a fucking pool," Tyler replied as he threw the basket towards me.
I don't think Tyler knew this but, I WASN'T FUCKING PLAYING THE GAME SO THE BALL HIT ME IN THE FACE.
"ow."
I laughed as Brian let out a "Oh fuck," as we all started laughing.
"Oh fuck!" Marcel swam over to me and pushed me up on the ending.
What i thought was water dripping from my face, was actually blood fro my nose, a lot of it.
"Fuck Fuck fuck," Marcel whispered under his breath while pinching my nose.
"Marcy that hurt..." I whined as he pinched my nose.
"Well, thank Tyler for nearly breaking your nose," Marcel looked over at Tyler with a death stare.
"Sorry dude," Tyler walked over to me with a towel. "Didn't mean to hit you." he frowned.
Marcel nearly ripped the towel out of his hand and put the towel under my nose. When he pulled his hand away, it was drenched in blood.
"Don't worry Tyler, i'm fine," I winked at him as Marcel wiped his hand on my towel.
"And your nose is broken," Marcy shook his head.
"Wait, how do you know?" David asked as the guys sat up next to me.
Marcel didn't respond with words, he just moved his had over causing my nose to crack, which surprisingly didn't hurt.
"Ew dude, that's fucking gross," Anthony called out as everybody else made a disgusted face.
I couldn't help but look up at Marcel's worried face. He looked so anxious as he tried to stop the bleeding.
"Finally," He sighed pulling the towel away.
"Did it stop bleeding?" I asked.
"No it's squiring out blood i just said finally and pulled the towel away from your face," Marcel spoke with annoyance in his voice.
I rolled my eyes.
A/n: Pun Parents are Punny
