Late Last Night

Chapter 8

Chapter 8:: 

"So your in a band?" Marc asked. He was leaning over a dining table in a wife beater and sweats. He, unlike his cousin, didn't have the band of his Calvin Klein showing. But he was showing his muscles. 

"Uh, no?" 

He grinned and walked over to me. Taking me by the waist he pulled me close. My eyes widened and I realized how cute this boy was up close. 

Oh God we are up close. 

"So listen I wanted to ask..."

"Dude we killed it with that last song!" Drake laughed. 

"You mean I killed it." Lucas' cocky voice replied. 

Then Nick, or Mr. Grumpy pants as I like to call him went, "We did all the work. You just flashed your hair like a willy nilly sissy." The boys walked into the kitchen after that sentence.

"Dude, what does that even mean?" Lucas laughed. "I swear you need to stop smoking that stuff." 

"Whoa." Drake smiled a cheesy smile and pointed between both of us. "What do we have here?" Lucas looked at what his friend was talking about and rose a single eyebrow. A judgemental eyebrow. 

Marc sighed and let go. Lucas raised his hands, "Oh don't stop on my account. This might be the beginning of you new sex life dude. Just don't do it on the table." Lucas and the guys left the room after that, not making eye contact. 

I shook my head and turned to Marc, "Uh, what were you about to ask?" 

Marc smiled and stuffed his hands in is pockets this time instead of touching me. "So the date on Saturday didn't go as planned..." 

"Yeah, the little kid puking on me is a plus." I said sarcastically. 

"Well that was my fault," Marc laughed. "I stepped on his toe."

I laughed with him, "He looked at you like you killed his mother." 

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"You have a freaking motorcycle?" I asked Marc Saturday night. We were standing outside the bar and Marc was leaning on the motorcycle with a cocky smile. 

"Yup." he nodded. 

"Wow." I said. "I'm impressed." 

Marc broke on to a full out grin, "So you want to- AH!" He toppled over his own feet and fell over the motorcycle going down with it in a loud crash. 

"Ohmygosh, are you okay?" I asked trying to not to laugh. Marc sighed and tried to get up on his own. After multiplied fails he finally accepted my offered hand. 

"So you decided to say hi to the floor?" I asked with a sly smile. Marc shot me a look.

"Oh ha, ha, your so funny Nady." he teased. Our hands clenched around one another as I helped pulled him up. Tugging hard, Marc flew up and quickly stood on his feet. 

"How did you just lift me off my feet." I smiled and showed him my biceps. 

"Check out my guns," I smirked. The dress Ronnie stuffed me in was sleeveless and tight so it showed every part of my "womanly curves". Or that's what Ronnie described it as anyways. 

Marc shook his head and motioned for me to put my arm down. "Check out these guns." 

"Okay, that's not fair," I said pointing to his very impressive biceps. "Your a footballer."