fake [m.g] | ON HOLD

c h a p t e r o n e

chapter one
fake
[martinus gunnarsen]
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i laugh along with my group of friends as adrian tells terrible jokes.

"hey, sienna, what did the penguin say to the other penguin?" he says, referring to my girlfriend.

"hmm, i don't know," she replies while putting her index finger on her chin.

"meep," adrian says and we all laugh again because of how ridiculous it is.

my eyes dart around the circle we are standing in and i study all of them.

sienna, most beautiful girl i have ever seen.

adrian, penguin addict.

liam, hot guy every girl in trofors wants.

ben, coolest guy you will ever meet.

victoria, every guy's dream.

marcus, best brother i could ask for.

and then there's me. weird famous guy.

"martinus, are you okay?"

i snap out of it as everyone are looking at me.

"yeah, fine," i say smiling.

we are standing outside of our previous school, nibbling on the ice creams we just bought in coop.

i lift my arm and put it around sienna, giving her a kiss on her rose colored lips. she kisses back, then pulls away and looks at me.

"what was that for?" she giggles softly and smiles at me.

"i love you," i say quietly and look into her sparkling caramel eyes.

"hey, you guys are cute and all, but can you like not do that right now?" victoria says and i just laugh and peck sienna's cheek.

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me and marcus just came home. it is kind of late so we both decide to go straight to bed.

i go into the bathroom where marcus is already brushing his teeth.

i find my pimple cream in the cabinet and put it on my spots while i wait for marcus to be done. he takes forever.

"are you done soon, shrek?" i joke, and he gives me a deadly glare.

"no you bitch," he mumbles with his mouth filled with foam.

"get out of here," i say a little louder than i expected and push him away.

"ow," he laughs. "son of a bitch."

"well if i'm the son of a bitch so are you," i tease and laugh. he laughs with me and we spit on each other.

"good night martinus," he says after a while and pats my back.

"good night."

i finish brushing my teeth, putting the brush in the glass. i strip of my clothes,
putting on some music and step into the shower.

don't matter to me by drake starts playing and as the beat flows throughout the room i can feel the warm droplets dripping down my torso as i soap myself. (a/n can we just talk about how hot this would be irl tho)

i finish quickly, put a towel around my waist and wander into my room. i slip on a pair of boxers and a plain white tee, crawling into bed and tucking myself in.

i stare blankly up at the ceiling thinking about life. my phone dings and i reach out to check the notification.

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