White Tree house

You Still Want to be My Friend?

Marcel was taken back at what I just said. I wouldn’t blame him though.

After that sad and depress talking and suddenly, out of the blue, someone asks you to be their friend.

“Umm..” He chuckled suddenly making me smile innocently.

“You sure you want to be friends with me?” He asked.

“Why not?” I grin, hoping that he eccepts my offer. I mean, Marcel seems like a good guy other than trying to ruin my relationship with Harry.

Before he could answer me, he walked away and told me that he would be right back.

Just hope he wouldn’t be lying and try to escape, thinking that I’m such a creep.

But I waited anyways.

After around twenty minutes of waiting , a figure entered the room making my head turn towards it.

There was some nerd guy standing in the door with some goofy smile.

His hair was gelled neatly as he had these huge glasses over his green eyes.

His clothes were really formal. Pants over the top kind of clothing.

“Umm.. May I help you stranger?” I asked unsure how he even got in this house.

The stranger chuckled as he stand straighter than usual. He took off his glasses making his green eyes more visible.

Than his hand reached his hair as he messed it up, making his curls show.

Than it hit me. That’s Marcel. What the heck!

“Marcel?” I said unsure.

Why on earth would he dress up like a nerd? Am I missing something?

“The one and only.” He smirked, but then it turned into a frown making my eyebrows narrow in confusion.

 “So you still want to be friends with me after seeing the real me?” He said with a accent that was completely different from before and actually adorable in a geeki way.

“After seeing this.” I motioned my hands. “Makes me want to be friends with you even more.” I grin.

I mean, so what if Marcel’s like those people who are so happy learning and smart ass.

Marcel seems like a nice and fun guy. And seeing those sadness in his eyes and a frown always plastered on his face makes me want to hang out with him to cheer him up.

Marcel’s frown turned into this cute smile with a glint of happiness in his eyes.

“Really?” He said with that adorable accent again.

When he looked exactly like Harry, he was like those bad ass and hot guys.

But seeing the real Marcel like this makes me want to adopt the guy as my baby brother.

“No. It was all a joke.” I said full of sarcasm, but I don’t think that Marcel’s got the hint as he looked down like he lost a toy.

A chuckled escaped from my lips at how adorable he is.

I skipped towards him before I tackled him with a bear hug. “I was just joking. Come on, don’t be down.” I tried to cheer him up as I peck his cheeks in a friendly way.

He looked up at me, still with a frown. “Well that wasn’t a funny joke.” He compalined as I laughed.

I pinched his soft cheeks.

I think that there’s going to be a frienship going on.

I hope.

Marcel and I talked for a while and we enjoyed each others company.

Marcel acted as Harry a few times, teasing me. I found out that he actually wants to be an actor.

A light of laughter escaped from both of our lips until I remembered that something was missing.

I almost forgot about Harry being kid napped!

Aren’t I the best girlfriend that is soon to be wed?