shattered

#25 - Can I?

Marcus' P.O.V

"Alex, sweetie, you shouldn't be worried about Evaligne anymore. She's irrelevant now. You should know this by now. I will go AWOL on that bitch and tell her that she needs to stay away from my man if you keep this sappy, sad and depressing act up." I must admit that trying to get Alex to listen to me about not talking about Evaligne or randomly bringing her and her dumb and kinda hot boyfriend up into the conversation is annoying. I just want him happy. Apparently my way of making him happy is to be all gay around him or act like I am his mom telling him to cheer up. If that's what it'll take to get his mind set and away from the topic that is Evaligne, bring it on.

I can be as gay as anything some days. Yet, if it's Alex that's involved then I am there to be as gay as I possibly can. Take this for example: I can make a kitchen island into my own stripper area. Just toss some vegetable oil onto the counter top to lube it up, get yourself on that counter, then just shake your stuff honey, because no one's stopping you. I would get on that counter and shake all I got in front of Alex if that's what would make him happy. Actually, I would do that no matter what because I am the queen and  king of this castle and everyone knows it.

"It's really hard." Alex replies dully, still gazing at the ceiling of his bedroom.

"First of all, that's what she or he said. Second of all, I am her replacement so it doesn't matter what she does anymore. All you have to do is focus on me."

"Can you not with the that's what she said jokes?" He asked with no laugh but I could still see the smirk on his face. "But thanks for caring."

Since we were both laying on the same bed, I decided that the only way to get him from staring at the ceiling was to do it by force. So I grabbed his face and made him look deep into my eyes. It seems like every time I look into his eyes, I see the beauty in them all over again. I restrain my eyes from his and stare at his cute dimples. A blush rose upon his cheeks by my actions, causing me to blush red too.

After a minute of comfortable silence, I had the biggest urge to kiss his beautiful, plump lips than I ever had in my life. He must've had some kind of urge too because he just held his eye contact, blushing harder than I've seen him blush than since the day I met him. The desire was strong but I knew that if I did this, then it could possibly ruin our friendship. I was about to retract my hand from his cheek when he asked one question.

"C-Can I kiss you?"

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- emma⭐️