Crazy about her (Marcel fanfiction)

Chapter 9: the death of me

MARCELS POV

"Marcel?" Ava's voice called out to me from the living room.

And then I heard the door shut. I was so excited to see her. My mum got sick and I had been with her the past week or so after school taking care of her. And finally my mum was better. So now I could resume to my plans with Ava.

I made my way into the living room from the upstairs. And wow. Did she look amazing.

I had forgotten that tonight was the night of Sadie Hawkins dance. She was dressed in a floor length silky lavender dress. She had her hair curled and pinned up and holey moley. Lord help me. I was trying to not have feelings for her.

"you look... W-wow! Av-a.." stuttering?

"yeah yeah, I know. Go get dressed. You're my date. It's girls choice. And I don't have balls to ask anyone else. so I force you to go." she grinned.

She wanted to ask someone else... Friend zone.

"I know you have a tie that matches. I may or may not have been through your closet." she tried to look innocent. It was not helping my case.

I tried to argue with her and convince her to let me stay home. Dances and me don't mix very well. But I had no luck.

Soon enough I had a black suit jacket and silver vest with a light purple dress shirt in my arms. Why did I have to get this color shirt?

I wore my hair loosely combed. And decided that I should probably wear my contacts. They were newely aqquired and I figured I should try them out. This is gunna be a long night.

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AVA'S POV

I felt like crap. I didnt want to be going as only friends. I knew that I was wrong to be thinking like I was. I wouldnt admit that I liked him. But I knew inside that I did.

He made me laugh. He knew little things about me, that I havnt even been comfortable to admit to myself. I had talked about my father, when I havnt been able to talk about him in years.

These past few days have been miserable..I mean I love my family. But I really love spending time with Marcel.. HE doesnt pester me about sex...HE doesnt insist that I like him...HE is not...

"Whats wrong?" Marcel interupted my thoughts.

"Nothing," I looked him up and down. If the angels werent singing, then I dont know what attractive looks like. And I am pretty sure I do.

He hadnt put his shirts on yet, only his pants and belt. Hooooowly shitto. I was in awe. He had multiple muscles, which is multiple more than I thought he would have. And BOY did he have them. I was practically drooling. But what I expectes even less was all the tattoos he had. I didnt get a very good look at what they were.

"Yes? Do you need something?" He laughed as he slipped his silver dress shirt on, covering the dreadfull loveliness.

"Erm, I...uh.. you dont have your glasses. I will go and get them for you." I managed to get out. JUST FRIENDS AVA, JUST FRICKEN FRIENDS!

"No need, contacts," he chuckled at

me. " so what seems to be the real problem?"

I had no problems. Except that my mind's telling me no, but my bodddy. My bodddddy's telling me yes! (Haha I had to. It was there, and I cant pass that up.)

"I was confused. Ok. Thats all." I glared at him.

"Sassy." He winked.

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Sorry I havnt updated lately. I have been pretty sick lately. And writing happened to be the last thing on my mind.

I am better now. Which is good. Lol

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Also, I found a little gem for you guys. His face though. I laughed for a while when I found it.

-A.B <3