i want you // marcus gunnarsen

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when marcus said he'd be there when we have a performance i didn't think he'd keep that promise.

we have our traditional semester's first football game where there's a cheer performance at the half time.

i can see marcus sitting in the audience next to his brother. they're talking about something and marcus points at me. i don't even know him, why is he suddenly so interested in what i do.

"maddie, it's time." emilia says. i get to my place and run to the field with the others. we do our routine.

we're done and i blow a kiss to the audience before running out. i take a sip from my water bottle and watch as the football players go back to the field.

"can we go take pictures now?" i ask emilia. she nods and we and some other girls go around the corner to the wall where we can take pics.

i give cecilia my phone and she starts taking pics of me and emilia. we're making funny poses and laughing at ourselves.

"can i get a pic like that with madison too?" i hear a familiar voice say. i turn around and see marcus. of course.

"yes you can." emilia says and goes next to cecilia. "pose!" she demands. marcus takes off his sunglasses and starts doing some funny poses and acting like a girl.

he's sticking out his ass and doing duck lips and everything. i look at him and then at emilia and then back at marcus.

"come on mads, pose!" marcus says putting his arm around me and the other one on his hips. i do a few poses and then take my phone back.

i go through all the pictures and delete all the bad ones. then the ones of me and marcus come up. i delete almost all of them but keep two of my favorites. just in case.

"marcus can i talk to you for a second?" i ask and go further away from the others and wave at marcus to come to me.

"yes princess?" he asks.

"what? no, don't call me that. what do you want, we don't even know each other." i say facepalming mentally.

"it's not my fault you look like a princess. and i promised i'd come watch you perform, so i did. and i came to say you did a great job." he says smiling. "and by the way, du er vakker." he winks.

"ugh, stop speaking norwegian!" i say frustrated and throw my hands in the air. marcus laughs but i just leave and go back to my friends. i watch marcus shake his head and put his hands in his pockets.