QUIT |M&M| (Completed♡)

PART 9

 >>Freja<<
We stop outside a grey house and get out of the car. “It’s not as big as our old house in Trofors”, Marcus says as we walk up to the front door. “But it works”. He stops outside the door and turns against me. “We don’t have a spare bedroom”, he says. “So you’ll have to sleep in my room”. “Is that okay with you?”, I ask. “I was gonna ask you the same thing”, he says and we both laugh. Then I nod and we walk into the dark hallway and take off our shoes. I feel how a warm hand takes mine and he leads my upstairs. In front of the stairs is a corridor with three doors, one bathroom and two bedrooms. “My room is down the hall”, he whispers. “Be quiet when we walk past Emma’s”. He leads me through corridor. “Why are there only two bedrooms?”, I whisper. “Don’t you have a twin brother?”. Marcus leads me into his bedroom and closes the door. He takes a deep breath but doesn’t meet my sight when he says; “Martinus doesn’t live here anymore”. I look at him confused but he ignores my questioning face. “I’ll go get a mattress”, he says and leaves me alone in the room. Marcus’ room looks like any boys’ room. Grey walls filled with pictures of football players and artists. But what catches my attention is a box in the corner. I walk over to it and open it carefully. The first thing I see is a red trophy with the text “MGPjr 2012 Marcus & Martinus”. It’s filled with other music stuff like album covers and stuff. I’m just about to close it when I notice an old looking photo at the bottom. I pick it up and inspect it carefully. It’s a picture of a boy with chocolate brown eyes, messy blonde almost white hair and he’s missing a front tooth, Marcus. Next to him stands another boy with the same blonde hair, the same chocolate brown eyes, Martinus. Those smiles could light up the whole room now when I think about I don’t think I’ve ever seen Marcus smile, not that genuinely at least. But why have all this stuff hidden away in an old box in his room. I know they don’t do music anymore but what about all the memories in here. “Freja?”. 

Credits: mm.writer