Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 66

My father and Gus are going to come over tonight for dinner. Even though last time it was a total meltdown my mother refuses to bury the hatchet and wants me and Gus to get along. I of course thought it was a ridiculous idea but kept my mouth shut as it seems like I have limited of what I say and do under her roof. Just like when she came home early from her shift as unexpected, and saw Marcel, Louis and I talking in the kitchen. She didn't scream at me until they had left.

Having Marcel and Louis here-I told them about Eleanor's play and how I wanted them to help me out. It took almost an hour to convince them but I pull out 'ouch my stomach hurts' card and I had them trapped. Somehow, I thought Louis in the play will give me a chance to set him and Eleanor up, since I know he's got feelings for her. Or something, I don't know but it is something.

The doorbell rung loud enough to get me off the couch and pass the kitchen where my mother gave me a look that said 'be polite.' I rolled my eyes but nodded either way.

"Hey, dad" I said smiling.

"Hey, sweetie" He replies with a hug that I am quick to return one.

"Where's Gus?" I ask since I didn't see him walk up the steps.

"In the car getting the pie we baked for your mother's dinner tonight" I gave him a look, "fine we bought it but don't tell your mother."

I laugh, "I won't." He comes in kissing my forehead before ditching me to greet my mother in the kitchen as I wait for Gus to come.

To be honest, Gus, was indeed a jackass but who knows? He couldn't be all too bad inside. Maybe he's not the Antichrist and I misread it all? Maybe.

I hear a car door shut loudly before I hear the footsteps of the devil. And not even three seconds later, Gus appears. He carries a pie with both hands that they both 'supposedly' made. Surprisedly, he ends up smiling at me until it fades away quickly before getting closer to the door.

"Hey" is the first thing that comes out his mouth.

"Hi" I said. The air clearly awkward between us. "Come in." I held up the door wide open so I'd give him space to enter but he wasn't moving.

"Yeah um, I want to apologize first" great, apologize inside-I'm freezing to death here. I don't say out loud and instead I cross my arms, waiting for him to speak.

"I was a jerk. Saying all that stuff was a dick move and I shouldn't have said any of it at all."

"Is that how you greet everyone you meet?" I raised a questionable eyebrow.

He ponders for a moment, "technically, yes but I guess I should've went easy on you since you did get shot at. By the way I've been meaning to ask-how does it feel to get shot? I'm asking because I've only ever been shot with a B.B. gun but I can only guess it's not the s-"

"God, do you ever shut up?" I interrupt him immediately until I realize what I said and clamped my mouth shut, "oh my god, I'm sorry." I said sincerely this time.

He has no reaction to what I just said whatsoever and just shrugs, "eh I deserved it." Yeah you do.

"No, I was out of line, sorry."

"So was I. Can I go in now, or are you going to make me freeze my nads more than they already are?" He asks.

I stay put, leaning against the door frame pretending to think about it as I hung my finger on my lips.

"Oh that's nice...yeah. No, go ahead and think it over. We got all night" he finishes, clearing struggling with holding the pie my father and him 'supposedly' baked themselves.