Oh Marcel

chapter 38

After all my classes I came home upset.  One of my best friends was leaving, his girl friend is sad, and Scarlett and I are caught in the middle.  I pulled into the driveway and surprisingly their was a car in the drive way.  A shinny  black Chevorlet Malibue just sitting their.  I sat in my car for a minute thinking who would be here besides my mum or friends.  I mean looking at all the facts it could only be one person and to be honest that one person still frightened me.  I slowly got out of my car and swung my back pack over my shoulder.  I locked the car and headed inside the not so empty house. 

I opened the door and wasn't that shocked to see a chubby man with glasses and balding sitting at the kitchen table.  I dropped my back pack and opened the fridge.  " So what are you doing here?" I asked trying not to look at him.  I pulled out a water bottle and leaned against the refrigerator.  

" Marcel I really will need help when I move to L.A  You said you wanted to go into marketing right?" his raspy voice persuaded. 

" I mean its practical and sort of always thought of it. So what exactly are you doing here?" I asked wanting answers.  Truth is I will never just forgive him.  He could by me any car, flat, or job, but it wouldn't change the past.  

" Marcel I want you to live with me in the states-" I cut him off. 

" i would need to think about it.  So when did you get the knew car?" 

" A little whilst ago.  I gave it to myself as a present for the divorce," he said as he siped his coffee. 

That comment made me shiver a bit.  The fact that you can love someone than instantly want nothing to do with then baffles me. I tryed not to think of it and moved on with the conversation.  Then it hit me why on the face of the earth would he just randomly show up. 

" So how'd you know I come home early?" I challenged. 

" Beleive it or not your mom and I talk-" 

" Mum, it's well thats how it's pronounced," I corrected.  Sometimes I forgot that my father had an American accent. 

" Sorry your mum and I talk.  Mostly about you though.  And really Marcel I am proud of you I know I don't show it, but I am. " 

" Thanks dad.  So um I was thinking about going to my friends house in a little whilst.  And sorry if you texted or called I forgot my phone here," I said feeling a little awkward. 

" Your still friends with that girl?" 

" Well yeah, but I also have a few others like this girl Emilie and Harry.  Except Harry is going to audition for this show callled X Factor which he'll probably make and Emilie is sort of sad and Scarlett's boy friend got drunk on her birthday and they recently broke up.  And now I think I'm dating her which scares me so..." I trailed off.  I felt weird because I don't like the spot light and having him listenting to me when I'm talking about my life just doesn't seems right. 

" Marcel why don't you just surround yourself people that are oh whats the word... normal I guess?" 

" Because just... they understand me.  They just I really should go," I made my way out the door when I was stopped. 

" Marcel are you forgetting somthing?" He said as he waved his phone in the air. 

I shrugged my shoulders and walked up the stairs.  I turned the corner and walked over to my bed and right on top of the blakets were my white phone charger and plugged in was my I Phone.  I unplugged and my phone made a little beep now it had about a hundred percent battery. I held it in my hand and wanted to quickly get out of the house.  I had a bunch of texts from Scarlett saying she was with Emilie and they wanted me to go with them to Scarlett's house.  I got yet again back into my car and headed a couple doors down to my girlfriends house. 

INSIDE

We were in her basement all of us.  Harry and I were sitting on the floor arguing about what was better Nirvana or The Smiths.  Honestly they were both amazing, but it was funny when he got angry.  His face would get red and he screams like a little girl. The girls were talking about collage and their futures which actully scared me. 

" Guy's lets play truth or dare!" Scarlett yelled.  She ran from the bar all the way to the middle of the room.  They sat down on the leather sofa and everyone was smiling. " Okay the rules are...their are no rules.  Anything goes. Now I will start unless anyone wants to voulenteer."  

We all looked around and Harry thew his arms up to signified he surrendered and Emilie just looked around the room.  I shrugged my shoulders and she proceeded.

" Harry I dare you to straddle on Marcel," she said happily. 

" Wait what!" Harry yelled. 

" Yeah ride that pony till the end."

" But-" he argued. 

" Ah. Do what needs to be done." 

He stopped arguing and pushed me on the ground.  I layed their and he spread his legs around my waist.  He moved his hips and the girls were screaming/laughing.  I didn't know how to react so I was just quiet. 

" How long does this go on?" Harry asked. 

" Okay-okay you can... woah okay you can stop." 

As dares went on they got dirty and some were just boring.  Its was Emilies turn and probably the last because after a few beers and playing it to long you end up having to settling on a truth. 

" Marcel okay I'm just going to give you a dare.  Okay you have to give Scarlett the dirtiest make out sesh ever okay like boob holding and like if you fall over and continue thats okay just all the way," Emilie laughed. 

"You okay with it?" I looked at Scarlett.

" Yeah.  Come on give me whatcha got." 

I turned her shoulders to me and made her focus then I crashed into her.  Our lips were connected.  My toung was in her mouth. Her arms were around my neck.  I was bitting her lips.  She didn't pull away.  I made it to her neck.  I sucked on it hard.  I bit slightly.  She moaned.  She moaned loud.  I couldn't hear anything else.  Her arms were making their way when we were interupted by our other friends.