Oh Marcel

chapter 40

I can't beleive it I said it. I said the thing most guys don't want to hear.  I didn't even know what we were. I mean surebwe'ven kissed a few times but that doesn't mean we're dating.  Can't we kiss, but not have a relationship.

I dropped my phone on my bed and fell on it.  Tears were running down my cheeks.  Then more tears started to form I was bawling.  I sobbed so loud. I didn't however want my mum to see me, because truthfully she isn't that qualified.  

2weeks later......

Everything was normal. Marcel didn't talk about what I said. To be honest that made me sad, I ment what I said everything.  Everything we did everything we said was real.  I wanted ti be with him forever and when I say forever I mean forever.

It was the day before Harry's audition and no one was more sad then Emilie she hasn't really talked in a while and wen she did she tried to speak she put on a fake smile talked about somthing other than boys. 

We were in Harry's basement along with a few of Gemma's friends.  People were siping their beers and we were listening to Nirvana.   I could smell cigarettes and a weird stench of weed.  I didn't however try it because of what happened the last time.  Emile was sitting very close to harry and his arm was around  her neck. I was sitting next to Marcel, but not close enough. I tried to sit closer, but he looked very tense. I couldn't handle it I tooj obe more swig of beer out of the glass bottle and sat up straight.  I waited till Harry was done with his story.

"Hey guys I have to um..." I trailed off and started walking up the stairs. I was just about to walk up the hardwood steps when I was stopped.

"Hey whereee are you going?" the lilac haired girl slurred.

"I'm just not in the mood for I guess being social.  I'm gonna head out I'll talk to you later," Gemma flopped away and started laughing with her friends.

I stepped up the stairs and out the door.  It was dark outside although still very easy to recognise.  I hopped in the door and tears were streaming down my eyes. I couldn't keep it in.  I loved him and he didn't even notice. I shoved my key in the ignition and turned it.  Nothing happened. I turned it again. Nothing happened.  I turned it a third time and exactly the same thing, nothing happened.  Tears were streamung out faster.  I was pissed. This was the icing on the cake. I hit the wheel with my palms and leaned my forhead on the wheel. I was balling. I cried so loud and eventually started screming. shit! fuck this shit! what the hell is wring with my life! I screamed. The door opened and and quite honestly I thought I was going to kill someone. My inner bitch was unleashed and I was not prepared.

"Get out of my car!" I screamed.

"Scar-"

"Don't freaking call mr that. "

" Scarlett I'm not letting you drive!" Marcel yelled.

"Yes. Okay you can't tell me what to do."

"Why in the hell are you yelling at me?" he screamed.

" Because...because I'm pissed."

"Why?" Marcel asked.

"I love you and you don't give two shits! Now would you please get out and let me figure this out?" I screamed.  I was confused and tired of shit.

He reached for the keys and pulled them out of the ignition.   He held them inb his hands and looked at me. Tears were still streaming down my red cheeks.  He looked at me like a puppy dog eyes. Marcel leaned in to me slowly.  I pushed back very, very slightly. He grabbed my cheek and wiped away the tears. Our foreheads were touching and I could almost smell his minty breath.

"I love you Scarlett," Marcel murmured.

I crushed into him.  Our mouthes were perfectly meshed.  I turned my head a little and wrapped my hands around his neck. His hands were connected to my waist and made it to my hips. I smiled and walked out of the truck.  I ran to the street and started walking into the deep dark beautiful night. As I walked I heard someone running after me. I smiled and turned around, but still continued to walk.

"So your running after me?" I laughed.

" So where are we going?" Marcel asked not answering my question.

"Well that could be places, but..." I trailed off and walked closer to him.  I held his aem and stared at him.  He finally looked at me and bent down slightly and we kissed yet again.

From behind us I heard a beep and understood it was a truck.  I rand to the curb and pulled Marcel with me.  We laughed histarically. Almost like it was the funniest thing that could ever happen.  I looked behind us and then quickly infront of us.  I pulled my phone from my back pocket of my dark washed jeans with preripped holes. I taped on the light icon and made sure I knew what street we were on.  Just then I took off running.  I didn't bother to look back and see where he was I took a left and then another right.  After a few more right and a couple more lefts we were both heavily breathing and almost sweating.  I managed to spit a few words out.

"So you wanna...come...in?" I asked.

"Anyone home?" he asked.

"Nope," I answered.  I grabbed his hand and we walked in the house.  Our fingers were still intertwined and I guided us to my room.  The lights were off, hut the twinkly lights were still shimmering.   Our hands disconnected. And I put my hand on his chest and he sat on the edge of my bed. I was straddling him and our kissing was getting more and more intense. I ripped off his shirt and threw it on the floor.  My hands made it to his pants zipper and his made it to the hem of my shirt. I was wearing a white flowy shirt anf he slowly took it off.  We were both shirtless.  He started to lean lower and lower.  He was on his back and I was fulk on straddling him. I was fiddling with his pants trying to take them off.

"Shit," he said.

" Wait what's wrong?" I asked.

"Condom," He said I looked around and then remembered my mom had tons. 

I got up and ran to the bathroom in the cabinet was a box of Trojan condoms.  I quickly read the lable and pulled one out.  The quickly made it to my room he was exactly how I left him,but his glasses were off.  I bounced on him and it was the most amazing nught of my life.