Oh Marcel

chapter 39

All of us were spread out on the floor and the looks on Emilie's and Harry's face was very scary.  A flopping on feet came walking down and Scarlett's eyes were huge.  She mouthed 'Shit' to me.  I was leaning against my arms and I was faced away from the stairs so I couldn't see who was coming. 

" Scarlett," a mans voice yelled.  

" Scarlett?" Strangly enough their was another voice although slightly high, but still very memorable. 

The two guys sat in the middle of our very, very messed up circle.  My hands were sweating and I could feel my face getting redder and redder.  I hated her brothers and they hate me.  Nothing will change that. 

" What do you two twits want?" She said breaking out her sass. 

" Woah what got you all pissed?" Jack asked.  I wasn't sure if he actully cared. 

" Who are your friends?" Peter asked with his arms crossed below his chest. 

" Why do you care? Now what do you want?" Scarlett asked as she was getting up from the carpet floor.  Her twin brothers were very tall and both had blond hair. 

" Okay mum wanted us to tell you that the divorce was finalized and she's having a party on friday and wants all your little friends not to be here," Peter said. 

" Okay... and why didn't she just tell me this?" Scarlett asked. 

" Bacause she's mental. She's absolutly mad," Jack answered and he was right. 

"Okay well I'm going to go upstairs.  Emilie you sleeping over?" 

" Um," she said looking at Harry. " You know what I'm just going to go home.  Text me though but we shoudl all do somthing this weekend, because your leaving soon," she said hugging Harry. 

Everyone got up and gave each other hugs.  It did hurt me to see Emilie this morning.  Scarlett's attitude changed when she saw her brothers.  Everything was flushed away.  The colour in her face was gone.  She was two different people.  I got up and along with Harry and Emilie I went home.  I watched Harry get into Emilie's Jeep and they drove away. I stood their with Scarlett our hands were intertwind and we were whispering.  I  pulled her into a hug and we stood their.  My chin rested on hers and I could feel her talking.

" Marc what are we going to do?" She said quietly. 

" What are you talking about?" I asked as I kissed her head.  My arms were around her waist and and her arms were around my back.  

" About everything.  Harry leaving. Jobs. Collages.  Future.  Everything. I mean your my best friend.  I pulled my chest a little bit so I could see her face.  I looked into her big brown sparkly eyes.  I put my hand on her neck and leaned my head in a little.  

" Everything will be fine," I said and kissed her.  Our lips connected and I bit her lip very carefully.  I tried to kiss her more but she pulled back.  She made my heart flutter. I didn't want her out of my arms. We pulled apart and I decided to leave. 

SCARLETT'S POV

I closed the door and I felt good, but also a little greedy.  I took my best friend and made him my well... I'm not really sure. I walked in and grabbed out of the refrigerator a bowl of grapes.  I picked off a few and popped them in my mouth.  I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and turned on some music.  I clicked on shuffle and my favorite song came on: The City from The 1975.  I turned it up and danced around my house.  After a few minutes I heard steps coming from the stairs.  I got nervous, but I didn'r let it stop me from having my fun. Coming around the corner was a women wearing a lavender long robe and pink pajma pants with a red heart pattern.  Her hair was up in a messy bun and she had very noticable dark bags under her eyes. 

" Scarlett would you please turn that down!" She said irritated. 

" Huh I'm a little suprised you came down to tell me this in person!" I said as I turned down my music. 

" Don't you dare talk to me like that!" she snapped back. 

 " Like what? I'm not the one who needs to get drunk just to have fun!" I shot back at her. 

We stood their in silence not even looking at each other.  I could feel the tention.  I could't understand what was being felt. 

" You don't know what it's like okay.  And I don't always get drunk.  I'm going to bed." 

" Wait mum! What do you mean," I asked

" I loved him Scarlett.  He gave me everything and then we just didn't love eachother.  It's hard.  And it was hard to look at you," she ended.  She looked so sad.  Her face was red and I could see the water filling up in her eye.  

" Why, so it's my fault that you and dad broke up.  How, who can you even begain to think that-" I said almost in a scream.  She grabbed my hands and water was coming out of both of our eyes.  I pulled away and backed up.  I looked at her and tried to keep my chin up. 

" No. No sweatheart.  Thats not it.  Her sit," she said as she grabbed my hands.  She pulled me over to the couch in the living room, although my face was puffy and I couldn't just wipe the frown from my face.  It stuck.  We sat their on the linen sofa surrounded by two multi coloured Vilia Pillow's from Anthropologie.  I sat with my legs criss crossed and I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. 

" Listen when me and your father were first dating he was amazing.  He was laid back you resemble him a lot.  And everytime Iook into your beautiful, big, brown eyes I think of the man I fell utterly in love with." 

" Mum are you okay?" 

" I wasn't I really wasn't, but now I'm learning.  And hopefully your father and I can still be friends.  But really I doubt he would want to be friends with me," she said wiping her tears and looking down at the ground.  

" Why wouldn't he want to be friends with you?" I asked hoping she wouldn't get into full conversation about it. 

" Oh because love, after a while I got bitchy.  Really, really bitchy and I don't know it's not the same." 

" Mum," I said and I cuddled near her.  It was weird.  We haven't talked in weeks and now I knew everything that happened in the divorce.  I hugged her and then walked up the hard wood stairs to my bed room. 

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and quickly called Marcel. 

" Hello?" he said. 

" Marcel hi um I'm freaking out!" I said bitting my nails. 

" Okay who do we call.  What kind of doctor.  Is it serious? Okay stay calm, stay calm!" he said and I laughed. 

" No, no it's nothing like that...its well my mum she talked to me and really talked it's just weird.  I bet you everything she's drunk." 

" I seriously doubt that.  And at least she's talking.  My mum is well I don't even know anymore." 

" They should talk again.  They always seemed remotly better than they are when they did," I said trying to be optimistic. 

" Yeah maybe.  Alright love I bettrer start this easay.  See you tomorrow."

" Hey Marcel," I said. 

" Yeah Scar."

" What are we? I mean we've kissed, but we've known each other forever..." 

" I think we should be what ever we want.  We don't always have to have a title we just have be somthing that we're comfotable with." 

" Okay Marc.  I love you."