Crazy about her (Marcel fanfiction)

chapter 13: I'm sorry, what?

Marcel's pov

She wanted me to wear that?  Oh god. Where was she planning on taking me?

She called it 'twinning'. She had put me in nearly the same outfit. I wasn't a jean vest kind of guy.  I wasn't even positive why I had it. 

I didn't have any beanies though. I smiled at the thought. But to my dismay, I turned around to see her pulling a black one out of her bag.

(a/n  my phone just tried to autocorrect bag to vagina... WTF!.... That would be a weird place to pull a beanie out of... )

"Now, you look..." she stopped, leaving her sentence with a cliff hanger.

"what?  Do I look bad? I won't leave this house!  I swear it! " I shook my head, and widened my eyes to the max.

"you don't look bad. I promise." as her cheeks burned a bright red. She was good for that today.

"Then what were you going to say? Hmm" I turned my head skeptically.

"Nothing. You look good that's all." she looked around the room, avoiding my eyes. " do you mind if I drive? Your car, I mean?"

She was lucky that she was her. I wouldnt let anyone do anything like dress me, let alone drive my car.

"No crashing."

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The beanie was a little uncomfortable, I wasn't used to wearing hats. But I soon god used to the feeling. I tried to not watch her as much as I ussually do.

It seemed like everyday, my feelings became stronger and stronger about Her. I decided that if I just didn't pay as much attention to her, and only looked at her when necessary, and quit thinking about Her as more than a friend... I will be fine. And my feelings will subside. Because after all, nothing would come out of my feelings anyways. We were only friends. I frowned at the thought.

Forever alone, I am.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she glanced at me, then back at the road. She always knew. 

"N-nothing." Dangit! Why did my stutter have to come at this time?!

"Marcel, you don't have to be nervous about what your wearing. I wouldn't ever let you look like an idiot, if I were the one who dressed you of course." She turned as winked at me. Thank god,  I got outbid that one safely. I just continued to look ahead and only smile a little.

She continued on with her story about some old guy she used to date, and how he recently contacted her and wanted to go on a date. She asked me for advice, and I told her that she should go.

"But,  I don't know if I really want to. I mean. There is a reason we broke up,  after all." She asked for my advice, I gave it to her.

"So where are we going?  Its been a little while." I quickly changed the subject. That was one of the last things I wanted to talk about.

She frowned, "A Party. You don't have to drink. Or do anything you don't want to.  I will be the designated driver, if that's what you would like.  And don't be nervous.  I am not much of a Party person. But people need to see the awesome you, and I will be there with you the whole time."

"No, no.  I will be,  I don't like to drink. You can have fun." I very falsely smiled in her direction.

"we will both have fun, Marc." she shook my shoulder, as we pulled into a restaurant. " but food first."

Good, atleast she would have food in her,  to keep the alcohol from doing too bad of things to her. And I can't stay by her side the whole night, I suppose. I will just find a seat and stay there.