Brown Eyed Boy✔ (Marah Chambers x Reader)

Chapter Four

James turned on the radio to clear off the silence, but I smacked his hand, frowning.

I'd been driving for five minutes around the cafe, but only because Marah wasn't there yet, given the fact that it was only six fifteen.

James cleared his throat. "So..." He began, tapping on his right knee, "Momma says that you like girls."

I choked on my spit, stopping the car by the side of the road as I spun to look at him.

He held up his hands in surrender. "What the f*ck, why'd you freak out?!"

I took a deep breath before I looked at him. "That's what she told you?"

He nodded, a nervous glint still in his eyes. "Yeah. She told us that we couldn't really talk to you that much while we were here..."

I shrugged. "I'm honestly not that bad of an influence. Your sister, however..." I tilted my hand from side to side. "She is a few fries short of a happy meal."

He nodded in agreement, but bit his lip before he said, "Is it true? You like girls? Is that why we're going to the cafe, just to meet some edgy-"

I interrupted him. "No, no, no," I shook my head. "That's not something she would even ever know about. The thing that she actually knows about, though..."

I sent him a concerned look. "Do you want me to tell you?"

He nodded eagerly, and I sighed.

"Its honestly a long story, James. Can I tell you later?"

He frowned. "But you said you'd tell me."

I ran a hand over my face. "Yeah, but I.... I need to see someone," I replied, staring at the time.

James sighed. "Yeah, yeah, okay. But you promise you'll tell me later?" He held out his hand, his pinky finger sticking up.

I smiled softly, wrapping my pinky around his. "Promise," I mumbled.

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Before I opened the door to the cafe, I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing white sweatpants and a black hoodie. Given the rather cold weather, I was wearing the appropriate attire. I stared at my new shoes- they were black converse.

Black converse would normally be a persons first pair, but my first pair of converse were actually purple, with stars.

I looked over at James, who was staring into the cafe, biting his lip nervously. I tugged on his sleeve, jerking my head toward the door. "Lets go," I said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. He nodded, straightening his forest green Nike hoodie.

I opened the door, my (E/C) eyes searching swiftly across the cafe as I ran a cold hand through my hair.

Mark sat on one of the tables, sipping on a cup of coffee. He was talking to Marah, who was running a slender hand over his tired face, groaning. Mark waved a hand at us, not looking. "We're closed, just in case you didn't read the sign."

I snorted. "Is that how you're going to speak to your favorite cousin? And your brother?"

Mark stiffened, turning around as Marah looked up at me, grinning. "Hey, (Y/N)," he said happily, standing up as he rubbed his tired eyes.

I waved, my smile turned up more on the right. He dragged his feet towards me, yawning. He literally fell onto me, causing me to grunt and try to hold him up.

Failing, I slowly slid to the floor as Marah wrapped his arms around me, snuggling his face into the crook of my neck, causing me to shift uncomfortably while trying not to giggle, as it was my ticklish spot.