I was sitting in my room at my desk finishing Eleanor and Park for the fifth time. I was suddenly interuped when my bedroom door was violently yanked open. Marcel stood their. His face was very confusing. He's was wearing a pair of Addidas football pants and a Rolling Stones tee shirt. In his hand was a big white envelope.
"I got in," he said. A cheaky smile crept along his face.
I got up fast and took off my reading glasses. I was wearing a pair of leggings and an old white tee shirt. My hair was straightened and put up in a high pony tail. "Wait you got in! Got in where?" surprisingly Marcel never told me where he was applying too.
"I got into Pepperdine."
"Where in the hell is Pepperdine?" I asked. Ge took my hand and we sat down on my comfortable and perfectly made bed.
" Its in um...the states."
" Wait like the United States?" I asked nervously.
Marcel looked at me. His face looked sad. "My dad offered me a job in California. And its really good, and its really close to Pep.
We sat their in silence. I imagined my life. My past. My future. A year ago I pictured myself in studio flat in London becoming fashion designer and going to nightly art classes. I imagined always living next to Marcel. Always being with me. Never leavi g me.
"Marcel..." I said wiping my eyes on his shoulder. "We're all leaving," I said in a serious tone.
"What do you mean?" He asked not moving at all. I looked at him. He wasn't showing any emotion. He was like a blank canvas.
"Like, Harry he left God knows when we will ever see him again. Emilie is going to spend a lot of her time traveling. Your going to be mister sucessful. And I'm just going to be here."
"Scar I love you, but you will become so much and you don't even know it. Visit me in California?" He asked me with the most innocent of voices.
I pulled him by his shirt and our lips connected. I felt a rush go up my spine. I put my hand on his cheek. He took my hand and slowly lowered it. We were holding hands and kissing.
After a while we sat and talked. Although we never talked about our future. Most of what we were talking about was just random crap. And to be honest it felt good to have someone care so much and not think everything i say is shit. I went to bed that night woundering about my life. What if I never lived here? Would I be on the Honer Role? Would I have been popular? Would I be in collage already. For some reasons these questions kept me up all night. I tried to fall asleep again although somthing in me couldn't shake the questions. I watched the sunrise that morning and everything seemed okay. Actully more than okay everything felt right. I no longer felt bad for messing up me and Marcel's relationship. Its amazing how a simple sunrise can make you feel relaxed. Questions will always come across my mind, but no matter what everything happens for a reason.
4 hours later
I was sitting at the kitchen table looking throw my moms Vogue magizene. I was wearing a pair of polk a dot fuzzy shorts, an old muscle tee, and for some odd reason I had on my Converse. My mum came flopping down the stairs wearing her pajamas and holding her laptop.
" Have you heard yet?" she asked sounding really tired.
Her eyes had dark rings around them, she looked as if she hasnt slept in days. She layed her laptop on the table then stumbled her way to the coffee maker. She poured herself a tall glass of black coffee then sat down next to me. She forced a smile and tried to wake herself up. She put the glass down and waved her hands above her head. She streched and twisted her head.
" Well I have an interview for Oxford. They e-mailed me last night..." I said flipping the pages of the fashion magazine.
" Scarlett thats amazing, are you excited? When is it? Do you need a new outfit?" Her mood immidetly sparked. I could see her mood instantly change. I personally thought my mum was prettiest when she was happy.
" I am very excited. Its tomorrow so I need to do a lot of planning. And a new outfit would be great," I laughed.
" So you like it?" she smiled and took another sip.
" Like...?"
" Vogue. Do you like reading Vogue?" my mum asked.
" Um yeah. I guess I like the art. I see the clothes more as art then I do as actull clothing. Its interseting."
" I got you somthing," she said with a little half smirk across her face.
We were in her massive walk in closet. She then pulled out a white box with a black and white polk a dot bow. We were both sitting across from each other with our legs crossed. I stared not knowing what to do.
" You didn't have to do this," I blushed.
" Well I was going to give it to you for your birthday, but I unfortantly forgot about it," she smile. " Now go on."
I sighed and held the ribon in between my fingers and pulled. I pulled open the box and my eyes got big. Behold a saphire Kate Spade dress. Very carefully I pulled it out of the box and smelled it. It still had this special smell to it that made me smile. I set it down and hugged my mum.
" You like it?"
" I love it."
The Next Day
I had on my saphire dress, light make up, and my mums signature scent: Chanel number 5. I was standing in front of Marcel's door. Trying to knock on the door and tell him the news, but I couldn't. Then all ofa sudden it happened. My hands decieved me. He was wearing shorts and a tee shirt. The usual. I started walking away, but he grabbed my hand.
" Hey where do you think your going?" he smiled.
I pulled away from his grasp and leaned against the house. " I have an interview..."I said quietly.
" Well you look great."
We just stood their I checked my rose gold watch and new I had to leave.
" Listen I have to go, but its for Oxford. So thats exciting."
His face lit up and he hugged me. He gave me a kiss on the fore head and I pulled away. " So I better go, but I really wanted to tell you in person."
He pulled me in again and gave me a more passionet kiss on the mouth. A rush went up my spine We pulled away. He said good luck and I said thank you. We said our goodbyes and I was off to the interview of my dreams.
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FanfictionLife has it's ups and downs. Marcel isn't like everyone else, but maybe that's a good thing. Although everything does in fact happen for a reason.
