A 'Special' Issue (MLB Nathaniel Kurtzberg x Marc Anciel)

✿Chapter Twenty-Three✿

Nathaniel's P.O.V: 

"I'm sorry Nathaniel honey, it's either you can't go at all or it's your dad that's gonna have to send you and your boyfriend."

Of course, my own fricking dad has to send Marc and I to the school dance. How can I even explain this to my own boyfriend without having a part of him shattered? A sigh releases from my mouth as then I almost in slow motion step into my school. Up the marble white steps through the entrance as I quickly shift into a speed walk to my class. Most likely anyways that I'll be late, but, not much of a shocker other then a soon to come report of this absence. 

The vision from my eyes begin to blur up a bit as the word from my mom enough pierced my heart badly enough. Hurrying up to my classroom as it'll be a few more blocks until lunch arrives, and... until I eventually have to tell Marc everything with the dance. And... my stupid dad as well. 

'Please... please please don't be upset at me, for this...'

Marc's P.O.V: 

Light streaks of pencil lead aimlessly on my blank page of my notebook. As I sigh softly under my breath as then Spades peeks out from my hoodie and then looks at my more troubled face. As his yellow eyes stared to me and then spoke to me softly. 

"Stuck on something?" 

"Just... w-writers b-block I guess..." 

"Struggles of being an artist of any type am I right?" 

"I-I guess... Can't classes b-be shortened?" I ask softly to my kwami as he just shrugged his little shoulders to me more careless like. 

"Suppose not, cause if so you'd be out of class by now right?" Spades informs me as a nod from my head just responds to him back as he then follows up his answer to me with a question, "But really, what's the rush for?" 

"I-I... guess I really w-wanna be with N-Nathaniel right now..." I say back as I still wiggle my pencil lightly against the paper bored. 

"Marc... You can't be so dependent on Nathaniel all the time. I know you love him and all, but really, there's going to be a point where you'll have to be strong on your own." 

"...S-Spades... what a-are you getting at-?" 

My secret conversation with my kwami is soon cut off thanks to my teacher speaking up to the class about homework. Of course, my mind just processes about a half of what she's saying. Scooping up all my things into my arms I then go off to leave the classroom like everyone else. 

No eyes dare take a glimpse at me like I'm simply just existing for a reason unknown. But, no one bothered to really pay attention on me anyways. 

No one really does aside from Marinette, Nathaniel, and a few others... 

"Marc!~" A peppy voice chimes to me as I squeak a bit in instinct by the chime and look over my shoulders to see Marinette running up to me as usual as I perk at her my best smile. Lifting one of my hands up to wave at her. To then do so and about half of my things to fall from my grasp and plop onto the floor by accident. 

Great job Marc... 

"Oh! Let me help you there silly." Marinette assured to me as the bluenette girl then goes onto her knees and helps pick up my things for me. Awkwardly I do the same as she still kept her smile on her face, best I can I try to mimic her. 

Man, if only I could have that positive attitude all the time and look around the darkest times...

"Here Marc! All.... hey, are you feeling okay?" Marinette questioned as I snap out of it and nod to her quickly.