Word Count: 523
Brock's POV
"Are you sure we don't need to take you to the hospital, I'll pay for it with my own money, i don't want it to get infected," Marcel walked around the room nervously.
"Marcy, calm. Down. Tyler's dad fixed it and put it back in place, it just looks bad because it's bruised, plus, if it was bad, Tyler's dad said he would pay for it" i suggested as I watched him bit his lip nervously.
"But-"
"No buts, i don't want to spend the rest of our weekend to be spent with you being upset, now let's get out of the bathroom before Brian starts writing fan fiction about us," I smirked.
"Fine..." he huffed as he gave me a hug, kissing my cheek before we stepped out.
"Dude i'm really sorry," Tyler stressed as we sat down in the living room where Anthony, David, Lui, and Craig were playing Mario Kart.
"Don't stress it man, it's fine, really," I assured.
He nodded but worry sill crossed his light blue eyes. I just shrugged as I sat down on the floor. Grumpily, Marcel sat next to me, eyeing Tyler. I let out a light giggle as i pulled him into my lap, kissing his cheek.
"Oh come on get a room," Lui whined in a kid voice.
"Shut the fuck up Lui, we all know you gave David head in the boys bathroom," Marcy hissed.
"Haha, he's not wrong," David giggled, making Lui's face go red.
"God damn it how come I get no dick!" Brian yelled.
"Hey Anthony's single," Tyler laughed making Anthony shake his head.
"I'm pretty flexible too..." Anthony added on jokingly making Brian laughed.
"In your wet dreams you motherfucker," Craig added.
While everybody else was joking around and giggling, i was watching Marcel. He really is prefect. His eyes, his face, his body, his voice, his laugh, the way he gets embarrassed, absolutely everything about him was perfect, and i honestly couldn't ever get enough of it,
He must have caught me staring because he blushed a light rosy color as he tried to avoid my eye contact. I smiled as i placed my head on his neck, snuggling against him as the conversation had changed into why Anthony was the worst Mario Kart player in existence. I just liked the feeling of Marcy's throat vibration when he laughed or when he spoke.
If i was honest to God, as much as I love Marcel, i sometimes doubt if he loves me or not. I feel like it was an accident. He only is dating me because i reassure that everything is okay. I didn't want to think about it though, i was enjoying myself to much at the moment.
"Here," I herd Marcy's sweet voice ring from my ear as i felt something cold on my nose.
I looked over to see him holding an ice pack to my nose with a smile across his lips. Making me smiled as well. Oh god what have a gotten myself into?
A/n: Shot chapter i know i don't want to hear your shit
