Wrong. (a Marcus Butler fanfiction)

Chapter 3

A/N: things highlighted with italic and bold are the things she says many years later remembering back to those events.

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"I understand" he said with a bit of a sad expression on his face.

"so I got kicked out" I shrugged my shoulders. "I got stabbed too, back then by her friend, but that's an other story"

"what?"

"it isn't interesting at all, so" I looked at him with a half smile on my face.

"you're hiding everything behind that smile... Trying to convince everyone that you're fine"

"oh my god what are you, a mentalist?" I laughed.

"I just know people well"

"I know people well too, but I can't figure out why did you let me near yourself... I could be a serial killer, or a..." I got stuck thinking and started giggling again.

"why are you laughing?" I got shocked at that question.

"because I got used to being miserable, I got used to the fact I'm getting beaten up by someone every day. I twitch every time someone move their hands." I said.

"I noticed that when I pointed to your bag"

"these are the things I will live with for the rest of my life. At some point I tried to convert it into a book, but later on I found it ridiculous and pathetic."

"do you still have it?"

"what?"

"that book"

"yes it's in my bag. When I'm down I always continue it." I said.

"can I read it?"

"yes but it starts in the middle of my journal... Okay so practically, that's my journal but it doesn't matter, my life is an open book to everyone" I sighed.

"if it's a problem I won't read it"

"no, it's not a problem, if you're interested, then you have all the rights to read it." 

Only liars but we're the best*

I stood up and walked to my bag, searched for my journal, and after 2 minutes I found it.

"may god protect your poor soul" I said handing him the book.

"where should I start?"

"anywhere you want to" 

"okay." 

About half an hour later he looked up and said: "this is cute so far"

"what is cute in it?" I said knitting my brows, and looking at him.

"you talking about us as a youtube community, being your hero... That is sweet."  'aaw'-ed Marcus and he put his left arm around me, pulling me into a half hug, and kissing the top of my head.

"you guys softened the constant pain." I said. "and now you made it go away" I muttered so quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear it.

My eyes were slowly closing, I was getting more tired and tired, until I actually have fallen asleep.

I dreamed about me getting beaten up again. 

I woke up to Marcus, shaking, and poking me.

I opened my eyes instantly and saw him.

It was around 4 AM in the morning, and he was not pleased.

"you were moaning and yelling" he mumbled. I hardened my grip on the duvet, when I noticed he carried me to bed and just laid down next to me and fell asleep. At least that's what I think happened.

"sorry" I whispered.

Shortly I fell back asleep.

When I woke up, I turned around and saw Marcus sleeping.

I couldn't sleep much more, it was 11 AM. I went to brush my teeth and wash my face.

I got on my My Chemical Romance tee and a 3/4 sleeved pullover.

I went to my bag and pulled my other notebook from it, which actually was a youtube fanfic, with various youtubers in it. But mainly Marcus.

It was weird stuff and I wanted to reread it. 

I was in the middle of it when he appeared, and sat down next to me on the couch.

"morning" he yawned. "did you sleep well?"

"yes thank you so much" 

"I was wondering we could get you a job, since you're 19 and I need someone to live with" he said.

"I know I need to get one" I sighed. "wait... Repeat the last part please?"

"I need someone to live with and you are perfect for living here."

"WHAT eVEN I FUCKING CAN'T what oh my dear good lord" I looked at him.

"was this some sort of fangirly stuff?"

"sort of"

"okay" he said. "what's that?" Marcus pointed at the notebook.

"some weird and creepy thing."

"creepier than Myler fanfiction?" he asked. 

"eh I don't know"

"then I'll read it" 

"I don't think you should." I said and he cheekily smiled at me and said:

"you were the one saying 'if you're interested, then you have all the rights to read it', and I'm interested now, so..." Marcus pulled the notebook out of my hands.

"I'm not responsible for what you're about to read." He laughed at me "and I might have not thought that sentence through." Marcus shook his head while smiling. "don't give me weird looks but I brought everything I could from home, so I have my laptop in one of my bags"

"okay, but we'll look for some job for you so you don't have to worry about that" he said, and kept on reading.

I went online with my laptop and checked my tumblr and stuff.

I haven't notice how fast time was going away.

Marcus was still reading and I spent 2 hours in front of tumblr. I heard laughing in the background sometimes, but I was busy with reblogging shit on the website.

"Lee" I heard Marcus' voice.

"hm?"

"where's the rest?"

"there's no rest"

"what do you mean there's no rest?

"I mean I haven't continued yet" I said looking at him.

"then come here and explain a few things for me please?"

(*Fall Out Boy - I'm like a lawyer...)