(Avery p.o.v.)
I've been waiting here for almost two hours... and there's been no sign of Marcus waking up.
My parents had stuck around for a bit, before they had decided to leave me to be alone with him. The sunlight streaming through the window in the room, dancing across Marcus's face.
He looks like an angel... but I know that he was broken inside.
His smooth, pale skin was bruised, and there was a cut just above his eyebrow. His wounded arm had been bandaged, the glass shards removed and the cuts stitched up.
I'm going to kill his family and those assholes at school when I get my hands on them... I hate them for what they've done to him. His parents ans sister had starved him, beaten him, broken him... and the bullies just added onto the misery.
It was pure evil.
Stroking his soft, pitch-black hair, I can feel tears slipping down my cheeks. Even though it's only been three and a half hours since he slit his wrists, it feels like it's been so long.
I just want to see his beautiful green eyes and shy smile again, to hear his soft, musical laugh... I really can't live without him.
This boy... he makes me crazy. The day I met Marcus, I knew that I needed to be with him. So I befriended him, fell in love with him... and now I feel that I'm shattering without him.
"Marcus..." I can feel a sob welling up in my throat. "Please- please wake u...p... I c-can't..." Tears are rapidly flowing down my face, and I halfheartedly wipe at my eyes, before completely breaking down into sobs.
A slight cough startles me, and my head snaps up. Marcus...
He's awake.
His leaf-green eyes are open and watching me, surprise evident in them.
"A... Avery... don't cry, please..." His voice is slightly raspy, and he coughs again. His words are filled with concern, and I finally find my voice.
"How could I not? You almost died, Marcus!" He looks like he'd been slapped. "I didn't even get to tell... tell y-you..." My voice broke, and once again I begin sobbing.
The boy looks stunned, and tentatively reaches up and wipes away a tear. "I'm s-sorry..." he murmurs, but a haze of confusion crosses his face. "B-but what... what did you need t-to tell me..?"
I freeze. Marcus watches me, and a spark of realization flashes through his eyes. "O-oh shit... I-I completely forgot..." He hits the heel of his palm against his forehead. "I-it's okay if you don't feel that way about me, I-"
I cut him off with a kiss, effectively silencing the beautiful boy. His lips are warm and slightly rough... and when I pull away, his eyes are wide.
"W-wha..." I watch as a slight pink tinges Marcus's cheeks, and I feel a smile materialize on my face.
"Marcus... I love you too."
"Y-you... love... me..?"
"Yeah."
I can see his eyes welling with tears, and I'm instantly confused. "What's wrong?"
Marcus just rubs at his tear-stained cheeks, and faces me. "I... I'm just glad you don't hate me for my c-confession." A shy grin appears on his lips.
I laugh. "Quite the opposite, really." The black-haired boy lets out a breathy chuckle. A question is nagging at the back of my mind, though. "Hey, Marcus?"
"Y-yeah?"
"Will... will you be my boyfriend?" Shock momentarily crosses his face, but it quickly transitions to a wide smile.
"Of course... I really, really love you, Avery Thomas."
"And I really, really love you, Marcus Blackwell." He giggles softly, and pokes my nose.
"Can I have another kiss, please?" A strand of his obsidian hair falls in front of his face, and I brush it out of the way and lean over him. I can feel his warm breath tickling my cheek, and I smile softly.
"Of course, my love." I can see his cheeks go red, and once again place my lips on his. The kiss is sweet and warm, and somehow better than the first time. I pull my boyfriend into a warm embrace, and he rests his arms on my shoulders.
"Um, are we interrupting something?" Marcus and I spring apart, and I see none other than my parents standing in the threshold, smiles on both of their faces. I can feel myself turning bright red, and by the looks of it, Marcus is equally embarrassed... I intertwine my fingers with his.
Parents always seem to have the worst timing, don't they...
"Did you two finally get together? And Marcus, dear, how are you feeling?" My mother chirps happily. I nod, and Marcus just mumbles a quick "Fine."
"Well boys, I'm happy for you both. Congrats." My father grins.
"Oh... Marcus?" Mom smiles.
"Y-yes?"
"How would you like to come live with us? Your parents have been arrested on charges of child abuse, and your sister is in custody for the same thing... and we don't want to see you have to go into foster care," she explains. "How does that sound? We'd love to have you with us... you're a great kid."
I look at Marcus, and there are tears spilling down his already tear-stained cheeks.
"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask softly, watching him wipe his eyes.
"N-nothing... I never t-thought that I'd see the day that they finally get c-caught... and I never thought that I would be offered a place to stay by people who actually care about me..." He squeezes my hand gently. "I'd love to... to live with you."
I break into a wide grin and kiss him for the third time, not even caring that my parents are watching the whole thing. He squeaks softly, but fast melts into it.
"Well, I guess that's that... they're in love," I hear my mother whisper to my dad, who laughs.
"Clearly."
And guess what? They're right.
I've never been happier.
(Probably only one more chapter after this... kind of an epilogue, maybe? Who knows... but I love these two :3)
