One Day

Always

A/N: Scott and Marcel (yes, I know just listen--err read?) are a couple my friend, Hannah, and I created awhile back. They were a part of something known as Traumwelt (Trah-mm-velt), which is a dream world. It is a world where everyone escapes to when they sleep. There are a few people, Scott and Marcel being two of them, who protect the people in this world and battle the monsters within the realm, strictly because if you die or are injured within this realm, it happens in real life. Once all of these "mysterious" deaths began to happen, Angelika (the leader) grouped them all together and they saved Traumwelt. In the meantime, Scott and Marcel were paired up. Marcel had an awful stutter and never spoke, but she was very kind with her actions. Scott, on the other hand, was an asshole. You would be too if you accidentally shot your girlfriend's daughter and then proceeded to watch her bleed to death. After the two parted ways, Scott couldn't stop thinking about her, and now, here's where the story begins.

Scott sat impatiently in the airport waiting for his flight to Australia. He couldn't believe he packed all of his things and bought an expensive airplane ticket all for a girl. She wasn't just any girl, though. She was the girl. The raven tapped his fingers against the arm of the chair, clutching his carry on tightly and wishing he could have a smoke. When his flight was finally called, he stood up with relief and waltzed to the ticket counter. The lady checked his ticket and he was on his way.

The plan stopped in Egypt. He'd have to wait another three hours for his plane. Scott sat in a rather uncomfortable chair and, again, tapped his fingers against the arm of the chair. Scott was an energetic fellow and sitting around doing nothing for too long made him jumpy. After sitting down for a good ten minutes, Scott grabbed his belongings and decided to explore. Instantly, he realized how out of place he looked. He had longer hair, going in all different directions because he, frankly, didn't give a damn. His lip was pierced, he was dressed in pants a little tighter than average, and he had tattoos running up and down his bare arms. He was an outsider, but he was okay with that. People passing by gave Scott odd looks, but Scott only smiled. Once or twice, he'd hold the door open or help out an elderly woman. Now, this wasn't in Scott's nature. It was the looks the passerbys were giving him. He wanted to prove that body modifications do not change character, a lesson most people don't understand. After that, he had another hour left before he'd be arriving in Sydney, Australia. He imagined what it would be like to see her again, to hold her and to kiss her forehead. She got through to him in ways no one else had, and, although she didn't speak, she actually went out of her way to get past the asshole and see the sweet guy within. That took a lot of patience. Maybe that's what was so inticing about her. She was the exact opposite of what he was, and yet, she understood him more than anyone else ever had. Scott tightened his grip on his luggage and knew now that she was the one he needed.

The hour dragged on. It seemed like time was slowing down. He was anxious, a little too anxious, and felt like if he didn't leave soon he was going to heave. He continually looked at the clock on his phone, as if that would make the time pass faster. Soon, though, he got his wish and was hopped onto the plane. Once seated, he leaned back and let himself sink into a dreamless sleep.

"This is your Captain speaking, please buckle your seat belts, we will be landing in Sydney shortly, thank you." Scott slowly opened his eyes. Did the Captain really just say they were landing? Was he really sitting on a plane to see her? It suddenly clicked in his mind that maybe, just maybe, she didn't want to see him again. They certainly didn't part on good terms, and she was so angry that she actually screamed at him. He screamed back. Thinking about it, this was a rash decision. But it's too late. He was already sitting on the plane, already landing in Australia. There was no turning back now. Scott buckled his seatbelt and gripped his thighs tightly. What if she didn't want him to go looking for her? What if she wanted to be left alone? What if she gave him the cold shoulder? The thought made his heart plummet into his stomach. Would he really be able to handle that sort of rejection? Sure, he'd been rejected, but that was when he'd pick up chicks at a bar or something mediocre. This girl was so much more than that. She meant something to him. As the plane slowly desecended, Scott swallowed his pride and walked off of the plane, carrying his luggage and had decided he had to see her. He just had too, because he'd never know if he didn't try.

Scott left his belongings in a hotel near the airport. After looking up her family's name, the only "Castella" in the phone book, he took a cab to the area. He walked around the neighbor hood, hands in his jean pockets, pondering what exactly he was goingm to say. I'm sorry? Would that even help at this point? Scott was nearly positive she hated him with every fiber of her being. But, nonetheless, he was going to apologize anyways. He stopped in front of her house. As if on cue, the sky started to darken a bit. Clouds rolled in and covered the sun, but a few rays still shined through. It was just enough to keep the atomosphere warm and happy. Suddenly, Scott realized something. That was how she affected him. He could be dark and gray, but her sunshiney rays still shone through and made him feel warm and loved. He smiled. It gave him the extra push he needed.

Scott stopped in front of her door, he raised his hand to knock, but brought it back down. He cleared his throat, straightened himself up a bit, and then proceeded to knock. An older looking woman answered the door. She eyes him up and down with a questioning look. "Yes?" She asked. Scott cleared his throat. "Hi. I'm looking for Marcel, is she home?" The older woman, who he assumed was her mother, still gave him a questioning glance. "And who might you be?" Scott scanned his brain for a lie, a quick lie, anything would do. "I work at the coffee shop down the street, I've seen her a few times and, well, she seemed lonely and I wanted to make friends with her. She's a sweet girl." Her mother stared at him for ages, then smiled. She bought the lie. "Okay, I'll go get her. Come on in." Scott smiled back and walked into the house. He stepped into the living room, which was sunken in. The walls were a pale blue color with black, white, and a light shade of gray furniture. Pictures covered the walls, a lot of them all family pictures with grinning people. Scott walked slowly and carefully observed each one. It warmed his heart to see Marcel smiling in a lot of these pictures, or making goofy faces. He turned around quickly when he heard footsteps approaching. his eyes widened in shock. Standing before him was Marcel, her arms were crossed in front of her chest. She wore jeans and a plain tee shirt, but she looked stunning. Scott almost fell to his knees. Marcel gave him a questioning glance, as if asking why he was here and what in the hell he wanted. Scott just stood there, staring with his mouth gaping open. Marcel walked towards him, reached out for his wrist, and dragged him out front. Scott couldn't deny the sensation of her skin on his. He loved it. Once the door was closed, she gave him a mean look. But behind that look, there was a hint of sadness, and even joy. "Well, I guess you're wondering why I'm here." Scott said sheepishly. Marcel gave him a 'you-don't-say' look and Scott smiled childishly. "I miss you. I miss you a lot. And, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry I pushed you away, I'm sorry for yelling and I'm sorry I'm such an asshole." Scott let his hands fall to his sides. He was never good with apologies. He never knew what to say to make things better. Marcel didn't budge. She was looking for more than that. "Marcel, I've been going crazy since we left Tramwelt. You haven't left my mind for more than a second. When I'm with you, I'm alive. I'm not the same person I used to be, you have to believe me! I've changed. I know you hate me, but I can't go on without letting you know how I feel. Look," Scott lifted her hand and put it to his chest. His heart was racing. "Do you feel that?" Marcel nodded. "That beats for you. For only you. You make me come to life." Marcel let her hand drop. "Even now, you won't speak to me?" Scott asked. He was frustrated at this point, and for some odd reason, he felt tears forming. He turned away, and started to walk. That was that. At least he tried. "I-I don't ha-hate you. I c-could never hate you." She said silently. Scott stopped and whisked around. "What?" he asked, almost in disbelief. "Scott, I-I've missed you t-terribly. You don't k-know what you m-mean to me. Even after you yelled at me. I-I know why you did it. I understood-d." At that moment, Scott knew he didn't deserve a girl like her. But if she'd take him, he'd happily go back. "Marcel, I love you." A small blush crept into her cheeks and her mouth formed an 'O'. Those were words Scott knew she thought she'd never hear. Scott ran up to her, wrapping his arms around her and spinning her around before planting a soft, slow kiss on her lips. "I'm not going to leave you again. Do you hear me? You're stuck with me now." Marcel giggled with a nod. "I-I think I'm okay with that." Scott smiled. "I love you." Marcel grinned back. "I love you, too."

"Always?"

"Always."