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fourteen

MARCO

Well isn't this just great.

Note the sarcasm. It's not about the company, I mean I like to hang out with Mario he's my best mate, and usually I don't mind Erik either but, for some reason, today he annoys me to no end. And then there's Eline.

Let's just say that things between us are a bit awkward at the moment. The event that occurred earlier today might be the cause of it.

And the cherry on top is the thing we're watching. Football. And honestly I'm not really focusing on it but just for the sake of it I nod my head at times and agree with Mario whenever he opens his mouth.

I can't help but peek and look at Eline and Erik who are sitting next to each other on the other couch. He thinks his attempts to touch or look at her without raising assumptions work but the idiot couldn't be more wrong. I see and for some reason, it makes me feel mad.

And I don't even realize it at that moment, but after feeling so numb for the past few months, I finally feel something.

Before I can stop myself I get up from the couch and look at Eline who is rather focused on the game. "Eline, could we- um, you know talk?"

I feel Mario's light kick on my foot. Why does he do that?

Eline looks at me and nods her head a bit unsure. We make our way towards the kitchen and just to make sure no one (Mario cough cough) listens to us, I lead us to the little room behind the kitchen. There's a door which leads outside to the backyard.

"What there is that we would need to talk about?" Her voice is rather hard and she sounds a little irritated. I can only assume it's because of me.

Her question catches me off guard though, because I honestly didn't think this through and I have no idea what to say.

But I can't seem to be able to control the words that fly out of my mouth when I am with her because my reply happens to be the first thing I can think of. "About today."

She raises her right eyebrow a bit. "Why?"

"The person you saw is my ex girlfriend and I don't know how she looked at you but don't care about her." She looks confused. I sort of am too, why the heck am I telling her that?

"Okay Marco?"

Her eyes thrift away from me and she moves a bit backwards towards the door behind her. "Was that all?"

I shake my head. "No, I really want to know what you wanted to talk to me about", I need to know.

"No let it go, it seriously wasn't anything important." She looks almost desperate and I almost want to do as she says.

"No Eline. C'mon it must be important if you came all the way to my house to say it." I repeat myself over and over again.

She keeps saying no and after a while of bantering back and forth I'm about to lose it. She's so stubborn.

"Marco god damn it no! I said no, I don't want to tell it!"

"What could it possibly be? You were about to say it to me and suddenly it's such a big secret!"

Her face goes red and I swear she looks so pissed that steam could come out of her nose at any time.

"Why the hell are we arguing about this, you're being childish! Are you always like this? Do you always persuade others until you get what you want?"

"What the hell? No, I just want to know because I'm sure you want me to know but you just run away from it because you're scared." We're both raising our voices and I think Mario and Erik might hear everything we say.

"Ha, take a look in the mirror and see the one who is truly afraid. You're fucking scared of football aren't you?"

And that hits me hard.

I blink once then twice and stare at her. Does she know?

"What are you talking about?" My voice gets a bit softer and more quiet. I tried to hide it, make excuses to hide everything, every struggle that I'm facing.

"Marco, I think you know what I'm talking about. Your motivation toward football, or better, the lack of it. You're not the same that you were before." Her voice gets more quiet too which makes me feel a little more at ease.

"You didn't know me back then."

She smiles just a bit before answering. "No I didn't but I don't have to be a professional Sherlock to figure that out."

The feeling around us sets and it's more comfortable. I feel more free, sort of like a big rock has been moved away from my heart. She knows. Not that it changes anything but she knows.

I look at her and she looks at me. And I decide to try once more, just once. I know I'm stepping on a thin layer of ice but still, I need to know. "Can you please tell me?"

She let's out a sigh before looking at me again. And I know that I have won.

"You don't give up. That's sort of impressing but still annoying."

I laugh a bit before saying that I'm aware of it.

"Fine. I um-" She hesitates before looking at the floor and mumbling everything finally out. "I wanted to come and get to know you, like really know you."

I look at her brown hair which is not the color of blonde I used to love. It's the opposite of that. And when I hear those words come out of her mouth I realize completely what Mario meant with his rant earlier today.

"I think somewhere inside you, you do know why you feel that way. You almost said it yourself."

The girl in front of me isn't blonde, her eyes are brown and she isn't Lena.

Lena broke my heart so badly that I forgot how it feels like to care about someone else. She made me forget that some people actually care about me, that there are people who want to know me. There are people who are different from her.

And one of them is right in front of me. At this moment I feel something hit me so hard, it's so warm and it fills my veins with adrenaline. "Eline look at me."

She raises her head and her brown eyes show nothing but honesty. And that's all I need to see before I carefully place my hand to her cheek and softly place my lips on top of hers.

A/N:

This is so cliche that I want to cringe lol.
Anyways I hope you enjoyed the chapter and as you can see things are finally moving forward and I'm so excited to write this!
Thank you for the support and patience ♡
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