One In A Million

Chapter 10

Chapter10

04/08/2014 – Brooke’s Appartment – 21:48 PM

“Brooke’s POV”

“I never forget what Marcel has told me about Marco, that he isn’t the guy he wants to make me believe he is.  What the hell did Marcel meant by these words.  I imagined hundredths of possible scenarios and solutions, but it resulted always in the same answer.   What really bothered me, was Marcel’s behavior, it was like he wasn’t appreciating me, or annoyed my presence.  He wasn’t anymore the cool Marcel I’ve talked and joked with in Ibiza, he was so cold and rude.  Also, when he said that I had to ask on my own to Marco, gosh, what what this, what does this meant.  Did Marco lied to me about his life, was he hiding something to me about his private life, maybe it was something to personal to share with me, that he wanted to keep it for himself, like we all do, because we all have our secrets, parts that cannot be shared with strangers.  But why Marcel told me that, it was really bothering me somehow.  Now, everything was in my hands, I had the keys.  I had to ask Marco what wa Marcel referring to.  And what if, my question would cause some frictions among them, I didn’t want to be the cause of a quarrel.  Julia told me not to care about it, that Marcel was a little pretentious and maybe a little jealous, and that I should not let this little detail to affect my relation with Marco, that we were both doing good.  If marco had to tell something, he would do it, on his own, without me having to request it or go for it.  And Maybe that Julia was right, that I should et things go naturally, and see if Marco had enough of trust in me to tell me his little secret.”

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I was watching a new episode of Breaking bad, so focused on my TV screen, that I groaned of annoyance when I felt that my phone was vibrating and made the alert tone, meaning a new message had arrived.  I seized the phone, but my feelings changed when I saw that Marco’s name appeared in my Whattsapp application.  I saved his name and number under the name of “Blondi Woody”, because yes, his amazing hair style really looked like Woodywood pecker, and he liked to taint them blond, so to me this nickname was perfect.  I pressed the icon button on my screen and my eyes started to scroll the messages. 

“Hallo Miss, what’s up, how are you? :D :D” – Blondi Woddi.

“Hey stupid blondi, I’m alright, watching Breaking Bad new episodes on TV, while drinking a hot choco milk, WAY?” – B.A I Typed as I tried to get my attention back to the series, but I couldn’t, Marco was invading it again, and I couldn’t wait to hear again from him, or what he was about to tell me. 

“Breaking Bad, one of my favorite TV Series, ATM, nothing, I’m discussing with Ilkay & Kevin who are my room mates for the moment, I just finished to watch some Game Of thrones, and I want a choco milk…” – Blondi Woodi.

“Ohhh, and what are you guys talking about, the playboys & bimbos blonde girls, who has the biggest butt etc etc hahaha :P … Errrrrr GOT, WTF Marco, for real, I hate this, this TV Series is so DUMB!!! Sorry but I hate it, oh and if you want choco milk, go and prepare it yourself :P.” – B.A

“Yeahhhh, playboy girls is our favorite convers topic :P :P, OMG, and how can you hate GOT, it’s fucking awesome Brooke, but I won’t argue about it, only because it’s you, if someone else had criticized my TV Series, I would have kicked his ass… And I was referring to YOURS choco milk, I want the one you’re drinking.” – Blondi Woodi.

“You’re so sensible Reus, okay, I won’t talk again in a bad way of your favorite TV Series then :P :P Awwwww I wish I could give you this delicious and hot choco milk, but ATM, despite that our technology has really improved, we have not teleportation apparatus yet, so maybe you gonna have to wait, to come back here, and you’ll get my NEXT choco milk…. :P :P :P” – B.A OMG, I couldn’t believe myself that I just wrote him this reply, I felt my cheeks getting uncontrollably hot, and smiled at myself.