Can't Buy Me Love (Marcel Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

{A/N: Hey everyone! I don't know if I should continue this story because I don't get many reads.. I was thinking about starting maybe another fanfiction? I'd stick to this one, too. I have a great plot. I may make 15 chapters to this book & if I don't have 200 reads by then, I'm gonna quit this one and make my new fanfiction. Also, if you do not care, give me a promo in your stories! It would mean the world! & my insta for my book got hacked *cries* but you can still contact me through my personal, @a.bbeeyy. (-:}

Marcel's POV:

I paced back and forth in my closet deciding what to wear for my dinner with Kassidy. I know she would be dressed nicely and look stunning- as always- but, I wanted to at least look half as good as her.

I decided on a pair of khaki's with a nice white button up blazer and a bowtie with my signature round glasses. I gelled my hair into place and got in my car. I used the directions Kassidy texted me to find a beautiful, fairly big, brick house with dark brown shudders, a chimney that was finely chiseled, a gorgeous glass front door, with a nice patio. I got out of my car after examining the house, and rung her nice steel doorbell. I quickly heard a "Coming, Marc!" from a distance. She called me 'Marc'. I smiled cheekily and waited.

Seconds later the door slung almost gracefully open and exposed Kassidy. Her hair was braided elegantly to the side, with a flower hair tie holding it securely in place. She had on little to no makeup on- like she needed it- and a gorgeous light pink sun dress on which came down to about knee length. She and I exchanged smiles.

"Wow, you look, amazing, beautiful, wow." I stammered chuckling softly. My cheeks burning as they shaded to a soft red.

Kassidy blushed a soft red as well, but she didn't hide hers. "Thanks, Marcel. You look handsome yourself." She giggled and reached for my shaking hand. I pulled back slightly, but soon allowed her to hold my hand.

"What about Liam?" I questioned. And her ecstatic smile soon faded to a sad, gloomy one.

"H-he broke up with me." She frowned as she looked up at me with her glossy eyes.

"Really? I'm so sorry, Kassidy. I-"

"No, it's okay. I mean he got accepted to a football camp in Nashville and won't be back for a few years. And, call me Kass from now on." She smiled softly.

I smiled softly back and looked at our hands, still intertwined. "Well, shall we?" I motioned towards my car. My car was an old, rusty red colored mustang. About '85 model. Kassidy looked at it in awe.

"This is your car? It's so cool!" She grinned at my rusty, car.

"Really? You think so? Thanks. It was my dad's." I looked at it as I went to the passenger side and opened her door. She smiled and slid into the car. I shut her door softly and walked to my drivers side. This was a technique I learned from my mom. She taught me how to be a proper date as soon as I got my license. It's finally coming to use you could say.

I opened my door and quickly dropped into my seat. I shut my door and started my engine. I then secured my seatbelt. I turned on my radio which was on some classical instrumental music. It soothes me while I drive. I quickly turned it off, embarrassed.

"You listen to that?" she chuckled.

"Y-yeah. It soothes me when I drive, I guess." I stammered and changed it to a modern day station. A beginning to a song I've only heard bits of came on. It played a few beautiful guitar chords and then began drifting into song.

I figured it out

I figured it out from black and white

Seconds and hours