Bad Boys Do It Better

Chapter Twenty-Two

I suddenly wake up with my phone vibrating on the bed, ringing loudly. I look around me and see Marcus deep asleep with both of his arms wrapped around me, holding me close. I smile at him and then check my phone. It's Adrian.

"Hey." He answer the phone.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask him in a soft tone, trying not to wake Marcus up.

"Where are you? You've been gone since this morning and now it's almost ten, and you didn't even tell us anything." Adrian pauses and let's out an angry sigh. "Victor and I were thinking you're at Marcus' house..." He trails off.

I let out a deep breath. "I am, Adrian. We're a thing again." I hear Adrian breathe in so he can speak, but I speak before he does. "And I don't want you, or Victor, to say a single thing about it either. I'm nineteen years old, I know what I'm doing and I don't need yours, or Vic's, opinion on how I should live my life." I pause and I can tell Adrian is at a loss for words. "I mean, I don't know. I'll give you guys some time, I guess, before I start bringing Marcus back around. I just seriously don't want you guys to say a single thing to me or Marcus, 'cause I swear to-" Adrian is able to cut me off before I'm able to finish my sentence.

"Okay, I get it, Danny. I'll pass the word to Victor. I'll see you later." He says slowly and then hangs up. 

"Everything okay?" Marcus asks me in the most sleepiest voice I have ever heard him speak in.

"Yeah, my brother just called me. That's all." I say and gently run my hand up his back as I lay back down. 

He gently twitches his shoulders and then laughs through his nostrils. "That tickled." He says in the same sleepy voice.

I smile and gently plant a kiss on his, running my fingers through his hair. "God, I love your sleepy voice. So much." I say softly and rub my fingertips on his scalp.

He smiles widely and closes his eyes, not saying a word to me. Even though he didn't say it, I could feel him telling me he loves me. I smile at him, even though I know he can't see me. I seriously wonder where I would be without him, right now. I would probably be alone in my room, crying. 

"Babe, can I ask you something?" I ask him in a soft voice.

"Of course, my love." He says wrapping one of his arms around me, pulling me closer to him so our bodies become one.

I stay quiet for a long time, wondering if I should ask him what I want to. Wondering if it'll be worth it.

Marcus opens his eyes to look at me, concern in his eyes, from the silence.

"Um..." I trail off and bring my hand down to him cheek, gently caressing it. "Why did you go with Angel?" I pause as I see his eyes fill with regret and sorrow. "I'm not mad or anything, I just want to know why, and if you tell me the truth I promise I won't be upset. I'm just curious, babe. Like, why were you with her at the mall and why you kept going back to her after we started dating. That's all." I say, still caressing his cheek.

Marcus' hand rubs my back in circular motions, then he rubs with my back with a harsher hand but not hurting me. "Honestly, I can't even figure it out myself. I'm just an asshole and I'm no good, Daniella. I promise you though, that it won't ever happen again." He pauses, looking for the right words to say the moment. "We went to the mall because I wanted to talk to her, about you. I didn't want her coming over or want to go over to her house because I knew I wouldn't be able focus on the point of me meeting up with her. I talked to her about how much I missed you, and how bad I was hurting. I don't know, I really don't. Then I saw you and Victor, and I have no idea why, but the asshole side of me came out and I wanted to make you jealous and make you realize how much you missed me too, so I kissed her and flirted with her." He lays down on his back and folds his arms behind his head. "I didn't even think about doing anything like that with her, until I saw you; happy without me and having fun with Victor. After the mall, I promise you, we didn't do anything. I literally dropped her off at her house and I cried the rest of the night because I'm such an asshole, and you deserve so much better." He ends his explanation, not looking at me, just staring at the ceiling with his arms still folded behind his head. "I really don't understand why you came back to me." He glances at me for a few seconds, his eyes say that he's broken. Then, he just goes back to looking at the ceiling.

I sit myself up and place a hand on his chest. "I love you," He opens his mouth to speak but I resume talking before he does. "And I can see that you love me too. We're human, Marcus. We all make mistakes, we just gotta learn to forgive and forget. I love you so much, and this was just one obstacle in our relationship. I'll admit it, I was hurt. But, even within this little time that we've known each other, you've become part of my life and I really don't know what I would do without you. You're my world, babe." I tell him softly and lovingly, moving my hand up to his cheek to caress it once again.

Marcus takes a deep breath in and then sits up, scooting close to me and resting his hand on my thigh. "You're so perfect, though. You have the perfect life, you have the perfect body, you have the most beautiful face on planet earth. You.." he trails off, trying to find the world to express what he's thinking. "You don't belong with someone like me. You deserve someone who doesn't make mistakes, someone who has a college degree and will get somewhere. Not me. I'm going to live here with my sister probably all my life. My parents are ashamed of me, I haven't even seen or talked to them in years, Daniella. I'm not good enough for you." His eyes get sad, and he pulls me closer. 

I run my thumb across his cheek, then slowly bring it down to the back of his neck. "No. Marcus, I don't need some rich guy with a degree. I need you, and you need me. The way you see me is the same exact way I see you. I think you're perfect, in every way possible. You're so amazing, and you treat me so good. I love everything you do for me. I love everything about you. We all make mistakes, Marcus. You're mistake is no different than anybody else's mistake. It's not a big deal, I forgive you. I love you. I need you." I pause and look deeply into his eyes, just as he looks deeply into mine. "You give me everything I want. All I really ask of you is to give me your time and your love. I just want you affection and be with you every second of they day. You already give me all of that, I really couldn't ask for more. You're an amazing guy and an amazing boyfriend. I love you, with all my heart." I run my hand down his body and rest it at his waist.

He looks at me with love-filled eyes, not removing from mine. "I love you with all my heart, Daniella Solis. You mean everything to me." He says in a soft tone. He wraps his arms around me and brings me on top of his as he lays down.

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I end up getting home at about 2 in the morning, after taking another nap and cuddling with him. I honestly wouldn't have spent this day any other way. Making up with Marcus, kissing him all day, being with him, and talking to him is how I want to spend everyday of my life.

"Really?" I suddenly hear a voice whisper angrily at me, causing me to jump up and breath in sharply.

I look around and see Adrian sitting up on the sofa. "What is your problem? It's two in the morning, shouldn't you be in bed?" I ask Adrian. 

"Shouldn't you?" He asks me and walks towards me. He leans his back against the back of the sofa, crossing his arms at me. 

"I can do whatever I want. I'm not a kid, Adrian." I tell him, also crossing my car. "What are you even doing up? Don't you have school tomorrow?" I ask him.

"I was working on some paintings in the backyard." He explains. "What were you doing?" He asks me.

"I already explained this to you."

He shakes his head at me. "Why?" He asks me.

I stare at him for a long while, not wanting to explain myself. I know it wouldn't be worth it anyway. He wouldn't understand. "I don't need to explain myself to you. I'm going to bed." I say and then walk up the stairs to my bedroom.

I just end up taking off my pants and my shirt and sliding on an over sized T-Shirt that reaches down to my upper thigh and go to bed.

A/N: guys, i am so sorry. i have no idea what is going on with me, but i have the worst writers block ever. i'm sorry.

(Adaption above)