Not What I Expected (A Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 39

I watch Matt literally shovel spoonfuls of ice cream into his mouth and wondering how his brain is still warm. He's not really crying, only sobbing dramatically and sniffing.

"How was I supposed to know?! It was so obvious and I was so sure." he whines, with his mouth full.

"That's like the 58th time you've said that." I point out. On one hand, I'm glad comforting Matt isn't actually that hard, but on the other, it's really boring.

"I don't care! Why can't he be gay?" he turns to me, staring so intensely like I'm some kind of oracle that knows the answer to all the questions. That, or he just wants to discover any superpowers he may have, such as laser-eyes.

“‘Cause he likes girls?" I offer, shrugging.

"Well fuck girls!" he yells.

"Hey!"

"Okay, fine, I can't fuck girls because I'm gay."

"I meant 'hey' as in 'I'm a girl and you just cussed me and my species out', dumbass." I cross my arms and raise a brow at him. He ignores my glare and dips his spoon into the ice cream box again, only for it to hit the bottom.

"Delilah."

"Yes?"

"I've finished the ice cream." he says and turns to look at me.

"So?"

"I don't know, I just finished the ice cream." We kind of have a staring match for a few seconds before I blink and shake my head.

"You never fail to creep me out, Matt."

Two hours later I'm sitting in the park like an old granny would, thinking things through. Thinking about Marcel mostly. I decide to call him and tell him about the 'super-duper' spring break we're going to be forced into. If I could go back in time, I would kill the person who invented camping. Why?

It only takes a ring for Marcel to pick up, and I love how he never lets me waiting.

"Babe?" A sigh escapes my lips unexpectedly. Not even my body wants to go camping.

"Hey. Is everything okay?" he asks and I decide to skip directly to the subject.

"Kind of. Alexa wants us to go camping with her and Zayn. I really don't want to go." It's useless to whine though; I don't really have a choice.

"I don't like camping either; we don't have to go." his voice is so calm and low-pitched that I would just want him to be here and really whisper in my ear. But the main idea here is, I'm dragging him into this too, and I feel so bad about it.

"Oh, Christ. This is bullshit. I thought at least you would enjoy it."

"We don't have to go baby." Even through the phone speaker, the affection practically pours out from his voice.

"Yes, we do. Alexa wants us to." the line stays silent and I hope he isn't getting mad at me. "Marcel?"

"It's okay, I'll go with you. We can stay less or something."

"Okay. Thank you."

"I'd do anything for you, Delilah. When are we leaving?" my heart skips a beat. Wait, no, two beats.

"Tomorrow..."

"Alright. We'll talk later then?"

"Yeah. Bye." I'm this close to telling him I love him.

"Bye baby."

I sit up from the bench to let an old couple take my place and make my way to the car. The favorite part of my day is so close I can almost touch it: the part where I park Alexa's car, make my way upstairs, shower and then throw myself in that little piece of heaven everyone calls 'a bed'. Unfortunately, today I will have to delay my shower and my bed because I have to pack. Pack for camping, ew.

Alexa is still in her room when I get to the apartment. I knock on her door and ask where exactly we're going camping. Please, God, let it be somewhere close.

"Mammoth Lakes!" she squeals, not bothering to open the door. Good thing she doesn't though, because I might've punched her face: Mammoth Lakes are five freaking hours away!

I take a few deep breaths and concentrate on not losing it. I return slowly to my room, and get the biggest backpack I own out. It takes too much time to decide what is and isn't useful while camping so I give up and go to sleep instead, settling on finishing my packing tomorrow morning.

 It takes a while for me to fall asleep. The usual quietness of Alexa's apartment seems to be even deeper at night; the only sound is my breath, despite the business of L.A. at night. I can't seem to control my thoughts, and what my subconscious shows me is simply the face of the boy I'm so in love with. I can see him, in my mind. And that's when I understand just how much I love him, that's when I know that my departure for New York will be the hardest decision I will ever take. Before the loudness of my thoughts overwhelms me, I force myself to sleep.

When I wake up the next day, I find Alexa making breakfast, all dressed and ready to go. She looks at me like an angry mother and tells me to be ready in an hour, which is good enough for me. I spend half of it in the bathroom, still hoping to delay the departure. When I finally exit the bathroom, Alexa is too busy texting to notice how much time I've spent in there.

I take my time to finish my bag, and then throw on the comfiest clothes I can find in my dresser, because this will be one heck of a long drive.

Marcel and Zayn show up twenty minutes later. Zayn, being the 'gentleman' he is, offers to take our bags, but Marcel doesn't wait for an answer and picks them up-he doesn't need to ask to be a gentleman, he just is. Imp glad to see the car isn't too tiny, but I still feel like a sardine in it.

Zayn climbs into the driver's seat, Alexa next to him, and Marcel and I take the backseat. I lace my fingers through his and look up at his beautiful face.

"I'm really happy you're here." I whisper to him, as Zayn starts the ignition.

"I'm sure you're not half as happy as I am."

And that makes up a bit for not telling me he loves me. But just a bit.

*Helloooo. I'm ashamed to even speak to you tbh, I know I barely update and I know you have to wait for so long, but I literally have so little time! I also know this chapter was so short, but I didn't want to include the drive in this one, because I want anything camping-related in different chapters than this one. Do know that I still love you, read all your messages and appreciate even the fact you hate me for not updating. I love you alot, ok. Don't forget to vote, comment and share! x*