Midnight Nation(Marcelo vieira)

Chapter 2

Another authors note because you all know I have to put it first. Well, I have all my characters set and am glad you all participated with me. It was lovely. I'm glad you guys like the story too because not many people are Marcelo fans. Good news for Neymar fans, I will be posting another one pretty soon. I just want it to be really good and to plan it well. Like I said, it focuses on characters and not football like most fanfics out here. I know this chapter seems a bit rushed but a lot of you would know that you gotta get the boring chapters out of the way to finally get to your plot. I'm sorry, and I promise that the next chapter in this story will be better. Anyway, review and comment darling.

xoxo

Jenn

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"Eli." Marcelo stood in front of the frantic girl, earning a glare from her. "You sure you want to leave?" He sat in the middle of her bedroom and watched as she quickly packed her things in a little suitcase. Only the necessities, she told him. Because, who would want to be carrying a huge weight on their shoulders while on the run. "Why don't we just call the police?" Marcelo spoke again when he didn't get a reply from her. Even though she told him that it wasn't safe nor logical to go to the police when they will just find other ways to get to them. 

Elisa managed to get everything passed her brother, who was passed out on the living room sofa, and got her things into her Yukon. Marcelo reluctantly placed his small bag into the truck, along with hers. There was nothing major, just his undergarments, a clean pair of pants, and a few pairs of shirts. He figured that they would stop soon and buy what is necessary. 

"Can you at least tell me when we are planning on leaving?" Marcelo asked indignantly. He only agreed to going to protect her. Plus, he knew that deep down, she would soon agree with going to the police and they will be back home in less than a week. At least that is what he was hoping. 

"Six am." She muttered under her breath as she placed the money in the bag that contained her extra clothes. Together, they managed on gathering a little over 2 grand. 

"So, that gives us four hours to make sure we can fend for ourselves for-"

"Marcelo!" Elisa's eyes were fire and she stepped closer to him. Behind the fire was pure fear and that softened him up just the slightest bit. "If you don't want to go, you don't have to!"

"I want to go." His voice was quiet, "For you though."

Elisa's face softened as well and she cocked her head in confusion. Marcelo reminded her of a puppy sometimes. She would often think of how he would survive by himself, but that wouldn't be her problem. "What do you mean?"

"This whole idea of yours is utterly ridiculous!" Marcelo let his frustration evident for the moment. "I'm only going because I care for you!" The curls on top of his head bounced as his voice raised. "You're my best friend, whether you like it or not." His bronzed cheeks tinted a slightly pink color, but he hid it by spinning on his heel quickly to grab one of her shirts that she dropped on the floor. When he turned to hand it back to her, she pulled him into a tight hug. "Marcelo! You are so nice." She pulled away and looked at him in the eyes. "You don't deserve a rotten friend like me."

"I deserve to choose who I befriend. You just happen to be the one I chose." A small smile appeared on his lips, but she could see right through him. He was upset, scared, angry, but the fact that he was pushing away his emotions just to be by her side in her time of need warmed her heart.

For their final hours in their homes, they prepared themselves. They didn't know exactly where they were going and they didn't know what would happen. They had to prepare for the absolute worse outcome. Marcelo climbed back through her window at exactly 5:58 and shrugged his shoulders. "Ready?" He asked, his lips in a thin line.