Brown Eyed Boy✔ (Marah Chambers x Reader)

Chapter Six

"Truth or Dare?" I sputtered, then pointed at Marah. "He's sick."

"And?" James gave me a 'duh' look. "That didn't stop you two from sucking face a minute ago."

I rolled my eyes. "He's drunk on cough medicine. I doubt he'll even remember it in the morning."

But I will.

Marah wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close, his hot breath hitting my neck. "I-I'm tired, (Y/N)."

His voice was gruff. Beautiful, even. But also tired.

And he sounded so yummy.

I huffed, rolling my eyes at Mark and James, who were ready to play Truth or Dare. "Listen- Marah doesn't feel good, and I'm tired, and its late. So, we'll all go to sleep and I'll pull some strings so that it'll just be the four of us sometime soon. But for the time being, someone is sick and unlike you two f*ckers, I need to take care of him. Good night."

I turned around with Marah in tow and it would have been an awesome exit... If James didn't reply with, "But Mooooommm, its only seven thirty!"

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I made sure Marah showered before he crawled into my clean and comfy bed. Before he got out, I grabbed a plastic bowl and found a Wal-Mart bag, which I put inside the plastic bowl, just in case Marah jad to throw up.

I stared at my bed. I didn't want to sleep on the cold, hard floor, and its a King sized mattress... So, hopefully Marah wouldn't mind sharing a bed with me?

The sound of a door opening startled me, causing me to jump just about eight feet in the air.

I spun around to face Marah, who was flushed as water dripped off of his hair onto his shoulders, sliding onto his collar bones, but stopping at the beginning of the towel, which was covering his chest.

I noticed two bumps on his chest region, causing me to take a step back due to shock.

Marah's a... a girl?

I looked back up at Marah, and I took a step forward, realizing what a d*ck move I just made.

A look of sadness flashed in his- her- their... Oh, goodness, what pronouns does Marah use?!

Marah looked down, frowning. "I should have told you, (Y/N)," HESHETHEY mumbled, crossing HESHETHEY'S arms.

I bit my lip, walking toward Marah and then placing a hand on HESHETHEY'S shoulder. "Honestly," I breathed, "I just need to know what pronouns you use, Marah. I don't want to call you something that'll hurt your feelings."

Marah looked up in surprise before HESHETHEY'S face broke into a beautiful grin. "He," Marah mumbled, smiling even more.

"I go by he. I identify as a boy. A male. I'm FtM." He frowned before he looked back into my (E/C) eyes worriedly. "But... That won't change your opinion of me, right?"

I giggled, wrapping my arms around him. "No, no, not at all. I think its sexy, that you were born in the wrong body. This is like a long trip of self discovery for you." I pecked him on the lips, smiling. "I'm just glad I haven't been using wrong pronouns this entire time."

He chuckled lowly. "Yeah, me too."

My eyes widened in realization when a thought hit me.

I gasped as my hand slapped over my mouth.

I like him.

Like, a lot.

Marah stared at me, his warm brown eyes searching mine. "Are you okay, (Y/N)?"