Brown Eyed Boy✔ (Marah Chambers x Reader)

Chapter Two

Stretching my arms as I lied down onto my bed, I groaned. Today was exhausting- two fights at school, a history test which I undoubtedly failed, and I didn't even go to the cafe.

I stared at my phone, frowning. Wasn't I supposed to go somewhere at- oh, sh*t! Marah!

I ran a hand through my hair as I grabbed my car keys. "I'm going out!" I shouted, knowing my mom heard me.

I slammed the door shut, cursing myself for totally forgetting a possible date with a total... Well, hottie.

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I jerked open the door to the cafe, frantically looking around.

There he was. He was leaning against the front counter, talking to Mark. Mark threw his head back and laughed, causing Marah to jump, an incredilous look on his face. His eyes darted around the room, then settled on my face. He grinned, tilting his head to the side as he winked, chewing on his gum.

I blushed, waving. "Sorry I'm late," I mumbled as he walked towards me. His long legs took him to me with two big steps. He smiled at me. "It doesn't matter that you're late, it matters that you're here."

I nervously scratched the back of my neck. "To be completely honest with you," I murmured, "I forgot about tonight."

Something flashed in Marah's eyes, and, for a moment, I thought he was... Sad.

But he blinked, then chuckled. "They usually do. Honestly, I'm shocked you remembered."

He looked at my clothes. "Well, you did forget to change."

I frowned, looking down.

Seeing that I was in a soft Care Bears onesie with my slides, I silently died on the inside.

Marah snickered, noticing my total embarrassment. "You're so cute, (Y/N)." He wrapped a long, slender arm around my shoulders and he led me to our table.

He pulled out my chair for me while I still was dying from embarrassment, staring at my clothes.

Why God? Why must you abandon me?

Marah chuckled as he walked to his side of the table. He didn't dress up, either. He was wearing a deep red long sleeve over dark jeans, his beanie totally setting off the outfit. But good God, he looked great.

He sat down, smiling at me. I looked at the cup in front of me- a macchiato? The same one as yesterday?

"I pay attention," he hummed, tapping his fingers on the table. I giggled.

"I like attention," I replied, taking a sip of the warm drink. I looked at him over the rim of the cup, watching him stare at me.

"Why do you look so happy?" I asked, setting my cup down. He smiled.

"Because you remembered me."

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An hour later, we were standing outside, talking about our likes and dislikes.

I watched a car drive by slowly, frowning as I turned to face Marah, who, in turn, was watching the car. He frowned, staring intently at the passenger window. I tugged on his sleeve, causing him to look down at me.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, staring at him. "Marah, before I say good night, and that I had a great time, I need to know how old you are."

I anxiously bit my lip as he chuckled lowly. "Would you believe me if I told you I was a four hundred and seventeen year old faerie?"

I snorted. "Minus four hundred years and the faerie part, sure."