Brown Eyed Boy✔ (Marah Chambers x Reader)

Chapter Sixteen

"Yesterday was fun," I said into my phone's speaker as I stared up at the ceiling above me.

Marah laughed on the other side of the phone, his voice cracking slightly due to the sucky reception. "Yes, it was. Speaking of, did you have a good day at school today?"

I shrugged, then said, "I mean, sure," because guess what? He can't hear me shrug.

"What do you mean, 'sure?' That's not a definite answer."

I sighed. "Its just that people don't know how to keep their noses in their own business. And they need to stop assuming- its so irritating."

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked. I ran a hand over my face. "Marah, babe, its honestly a long story."

He hummed. "I have nothing but time, baby. Just tell me."

No, you don't.

Shrugging off the depressing thought, I frowned. "You sure? I don't wanna talk your beautiful ear off."

He chuckled. "Yeah. Just start ranting. I swear I'll listen, okay? I'll give you my input and whatnot, just let it all out. I know you need to."

I bit my lip, taking a deep breath before I began.

"Okay, so I have Phys Ed with two certain girls, who are considered 'popular'. Rudest people ever, if you ask me. Anyway, we'll just call them Hannah and Abbey. Hannah is okay, I guess? Somewhat, anyways. Abbey, on the other hand- I'm honestly pretty sure she literally hates me. Don't know why, though. I also have Phys Ed with a girl- we'll call her Kayla. Kayla is, like, my best friend. Well, close enough to be my sister, anyways. She's so pretty, and funny, and her voice is beautiful. She's from Mexico, so her English isn't as good as ours. I know a bit of Spanish, so I would help her out with some things. She and I were so close..." I shook my head and continued. "Anyways, given the fact that her family is really traditional and whatnot, they would never- ever- accept her sexuality; she's bi. I guess her family is pretty clingy, but all I know is she likes to give hugs. She would hug me, and, of course, I would hug her back. Who wouldn't? She's an awesome person, and her hugs could brighten your day. She's just that type of person. Kayla and I were always around each other- as I had said, we were best friends."

Marah clicked his tongue. "Were?"

I nodded, closing my eyes as I took in a shaky breath, attempting to calm myself.

It didn't work.

Opening my eyes, I continued. "Yeah. That's what I'm gonna tell you about. So, Abbey and Hannah are all cool amd stuff, but I guess they didn't agree with Kayla and I's friendship, so they just... Decided the two of us are dating. They started spreading rumors about us, about just her, and... about just me. They were calling us lesbians or gay and whatnot. Anywhere else, I wouldn't have cared if someone called me gay or whatever. I honestly would've encouraged it. However- this is school we're talking about. It makes our lives living h*lls when it has the chance. But only the popular people- hot, normal...straight... All of them, everything is good as gravy, whereas us- me, Kayla, twenty percent of the school- have to be careful about what we say and/or do. Why? Because we don't want to be more attacked than we already are. And thats what happened. Everything was decent, but then Kayla started being weird. She started to stop talking to me, and then she stopped hanging out with me altogether. I guess something happened at home- maybe a teacher called her parents or whatever. All I know is I lost a great friend. But I still have to see her every day... And she avoids me at all costs. She ignores me, she'll literally walk the opposite way to not even contact me... I don't know what to do, Marah. I don't like crying at school, but when we were in Phys Ed this morning, she looked up at me and I smiled and waved, excited to actually talk to her, and she frowned and looked away as she jogged over to someone sitting beside me and began to f*cking carry on a conversation with them. I have to face that most of the day, I have five classes with her."

Marah was silent, filling the phone call with awkward tension. Marah finally spoke, saying, "She must have not really been your friend if she was like that towards you, (Y/N)."

I closed my eyes, ignoring the familiar feeling of tears filling my eyes. I bit my trembling lip as a hot tear slid down my cheek. I sniffed, wiping away the tear. "I guess," I said quietly, my voice shaky. "I just thought we were actual friends, you know? I thought she actually cared about me. And now she's f*cking going out of her way to avoid me. Some sh*t, am I f*cking right?"

Marah sighed. "Babe, (Y/N), I know you're hurting. I wish I could hold you right now, you know I really do. I want to kiss your beautiful eye lids, and try to convince you to calm down... I'd give you a shoulder to cry on, you know I would."

I took in a deep, shaky breath. "Marah, please, come over. Spend the night."

Marah grunted. "I'm already out of the house, babe. I'm on my way. Be there in ten."

The last sentence honestly made my day even better.

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I stared at my ceiling as I breathed slowly, seeing shapes and patterns in the dried paint. I heard someone open my door quietly, and I sat up quickly.

Marah smiled slightly, closing my door quietly before locking it. "Hey, babe," he said softly. "Come here." He opened his arms, waiting for a hug.

And, good lord, did I run to him. I hopped off of the bed and was crying in his arms in a matter of two seconds.

"Shh, shh," Marah murmured in my ear, petting my head as I sobbed. "Everything is alright. You're okay. The world sucks. I'm here, (Y/N). I'm here."

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I rested my head gingerly on Marah's chest, my eyes closed as I listened to him breathe. His arms were wrapped around me protectively, and mine were wrapped around him tightly, as if I was scared to let go.

Which I was, before.

He mumbled, "Good night, (Y/N). Sleep well, I love you."

I buried my head in his chest, my eyes squinted shut as I replied, "Sleep well, love you, too."

You know that previous thought? The one about being scared to lose him?

As I curled my fists in his shirt, I was hit with a sudden realization as my insecurities attacked my brain.

I still am.

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Hey

Kay so

That whole thing about Kayla and Abbey and Hannah?

Not real names, but they sure as hell are real people.

Real story, too.

Im dealing with it right now.... Honestly, sometimes I just want to up and stop talking.. And I want to see if anyone would even notice.

I honestly doubt they would.

See you in the next chapter...

Sincerely, The Writer and Their Doubt.