Are You Gonna Leave? (Marcus Gunnarsen Fanfiction 💓)

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"Marcus!? Why Marcus?? What do you want, woman? What do you want?!" I grabbed Angel's elbow and walked away from Marcus, and this is the first thing that I said in her ear. She was smiling from ear to ear and giggling. God...

"What? I'm sorry. Okay? I didn't know he would-" she started.

"So, from all the knowledge you have about them you couldn't tell me that he - I mean - they, they would be here" I glared at her.

"It's not that I couldn't tell you, I just didn't know they would be here," she looked up at me with innocent eyes. I was still glaring at her, not believing a single word she said, "Okay, okay, maybe I did know they would be here, but let's just enjoy a game. Just one? Please?" she pleaded.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Fine."
I couldn't even play football but I wouldn't let two boys ruin my time in Norway. Maybe I can give them a second chance.

She ran to Marcus (or Martinus) and told him something. He smiled at her and nodded. She smiled even wider and hugged him once more.

"Okay, so he agreed," she came back to me now even more happy. Before I could say anything she grabbed my arm (because she knew I wouldn't go willingly) and dragged me to the football field.

"Hey, girls!" one of them waved, "How are you? How was-"

"Okay, I can't do this," I interrupted him. Angel looked at me confused, I did agree to play football but that wasn't what I was talking about,
"I just have to know how to tell you  apart before I from somewhere. You two look too similar. Okay?"

"Okay, well, I'm Marcus, this is Martinus," he looked at his brother on his right. They looked so similar, even the way they dressed, the only difference is that Marcus had his hair in a bun, "And people say that he has a freckle above his lip and I don't, so," he played with his fingers and then put his hand on his brother's shoulder, "but they actually tell us apart because I'm the prettier twin."

He started laughing at his own joke and Angel joined in. I was holding back my laughter and I snorted embarrassingly. Martinus was pouting angrily but then rolled his eyes. He shrugged his brother's hand off and pushed him with his shoulder. He grabbed Marcus's neck with both hands and put his head under his armpit.

Marcus struggled to escape his brother's grip, "I... you... ughhhhh...
get-get off me... Martinus!"

"What are you saying, brother?" he then proceeded to mess Marcus's hair with his free hand, "I didn't hear you. You are ugly."

I couldn't hold my laughter back anymore. I was laughing hysterically with Angel now.

Marcus eventually escaped, "Well, sucks for you 'cause we are twins."

Martinus then started running after Marcus, "Come back here, you fool!"

Angel and I were laughing our asses off at that point.