Brown Eyed Boy✔ (Marah Chambers x Reader)

Chapter Eight

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

Sitting on my bed as I watched Marah sleep, I couldn't help but feel as if Marah was keeping something from me.

Last night was weird- he was avoiding me. I mean, its not my fault I had to pee, neither was it my fault that its Shark Week. But I don't think he was grossed out, it was more... Shocked. Bothered by something.

He darted out of the restroom as quickly as possible, a flash of a pale blue, white and black.

I blinked. Blue?

I don't remember giving him something blue to wear.

I rubbed my eyes with my fists, yawning quietly. It was probably just a trick of the eyes, given the fact that I was half asleep.

I looked back at Marah, who was scrunching his nose up as he slept, murmuring something in gibberish quietly.

I chuckled quietly, shaking my head as I lied back down.

"Its nothing," I reassured myself, closing my eyes.

"Nothing at all."

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I scrunched up my nose as someone tapped my shoulder continuously. "(Y/N)," the voice murmured, "wake up, wake up, wake up!"

I groaned, turning on my side. "Go away, Marah."

He sat on my side, pushing me to lay on my back again. "Stoppppp," I groaned again, scrunching my eyes close.

Marah chuckled, leaning in close. "But the sky's awake, so I'm awake, so we have to play," he said the last part suggestively, his morning voice kind of turning me on.

I opened one eye, staring at him as he neared my face. "What will you do if I don't get up?"

He licked his lips impatiently, giving me a wet kiss on my forehead. "What do you think I'll do, baby girl?" He nibbled on my lower lip, grinning.

I batted my eyes at him. "You'll do me," I said sweetly.

And boy, did that set him off. He blushed, then a naughty look filled his brown eyes. "Yeah," he growled busily, but, unfortunately for him, I slid out from under him and jumped off the bed, winking. "Too bad, you can't."

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, showing his obvious shock. Then, he frowned, pouting. "Not fair," he grumbled, crossing his arms.

I laughed, opening the door to my room as I pranced out.

"Good morning, (Y/N)," I said to myself, giggling happily.

Looking at the digital clock on the wall, I blinked. It was, like, seven thirty.

Wow. I woke up in a great mood very early on a Saturday morning.

How even-

I felt arms encircle my waist slowly, and a chin was placed on my shoulder. I jumped, but I soon realized it was Marah, thanks to his deep laugh. "Your morning voice is sexy, (Y/N)," he said huskily, and I just about turned into a tomato right then and there.

So HE'S why I'm so happy.

Waking up next to him, with it being the day I ended my period... Everything was awesome! I was hungry, so there's a downside, and- oH CRAP!

"My MOM!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air. Marah peeled himself off me quickly, completely s h o o k.

"Y-yeah?" He asked, stuttering. "What about her?"

I pulled on my hair in frustration. "She doesn't know you're hERE."

He chuckled. "Just say we're dating or something, or just tell her you wanted to introduce me to her but I was so nervous so I came early."

My jaw dropped, then I slowly began to nod in agreement. "Yeah, yeah, you're onto something. I mean, I'd prefer the first part, but the second part is honestly more believable."

I turned to face Marah, who was taking in my words. He nodded, making a face, and said, "Yeah, the second one would work, but why don't we put two and two together so we'd have a successful and hopefully truthful story to tell her."

Before I could ask him what he meant by, 'hopefully truthful,' I heard something break downstairs.

Like glass shattering, maybe.

I swore, my head jerking back, causing me to have a double chin- or, triple chin, I dunno. My nose flared and my eyes wouldn't focus. No more (Y/N). I was in MONSTER mode.

Someone was about to die.

As I ran down the stairs, I saw James, pale faced, and Mark had his hand to his mouth in horror.

Sometimes I wonder which one of them are gay.

I saw the glass comtraption at their feet, and I saw that it wasn't one of my vases, or, rather, Mom's vases.

I squinted at the glass, sliding out of my MONSTER mode. That wasn't our glass, that was one of Aunt Marcia's favorite vases.

Mark stumbled over his words. "(Y-Y-Y/N), I-I'm s-sorry-"

I made a 'eh' sound and waved him off as I began to walk to the kitchen. "Don't be, its your Mom's. Just throw it out and act like it didn't exist."

I could literally hear the boys blink behind me. One of them said something under their breath, but, I dunno man, I think they just saw their life flash before their eyes.

I've known people that were taller than me all my life, and when they saw me mad, they always said I kind of scare them. I kind of roll my shoulders and straighten my posture, my legs far apart. I start to flex- without even realizing! My pupils shrink to where they're almost nonexistent, and my mouth kind of turns down. My face gets a little red, and my nostrils flare.

I always look them up and down, as if I'm sizing them up, but to others, they see it as if I'm saying, 'Hah, you're a puny lil' b*tch, you think you can fight me?? I think the f*ck not, you trick-*ss b*tch.'

And so I scare them. Oddly enough, me getting furious about my favorite drink getting spilled is apparently completely and utterly terrifying.

How do I know that I look like that? hAh, I have friends that have videoed me. They don't even help the poor brat, they just watch me beat the literal sh*t out of someone for insulting the LGBTQA+ community. I mean, they kinda walked into it. You don't see me insulting your Momma's ratchet-*ss hair do, so why hate on my brothers, sisters and nonbinary folks? Uh huh, you don't have a word to say. Bye, you lil' hoe-mophobic.

Opening the door to my beloved fridge, I eyed the empty shelf, which should have had a full pizza box and a half in it. "Pigs," I muttered.

I ended up grabbing a GoGurt, sighing in disappointment at the traditional breakfast food.

Someone sat on the counter behind me, and I turned to see Marah swinging his legs as he grinned. "I'll kiss you in the rain and make you twice as wet," he chuckled. I rolled my eyes.

Pointing an accusing finger at him, I said, "Aren't you suppost to be sick?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, maybe the cough medicine worked."

I snorted. "That's literally scientifically impossible."

He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when we heard the front door open.

"Good mo- w-what the h*ll are you doing here, Mark?" Aleisha spat.

My eyes widened.

They're back.

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Cliff hanger?