For the fourth time that afternoon, your pencil broke; and you had to gather all your patience to avoid shouting to hell and back. With a deep breath, you started your essay again; why should we choose you to get in our university. It was a stupid draft, and you really didn't want to do it; because the only thing you could say about yourself was that you liked to chill with your best friend in your sofa and wait in the shadows until he notices your almost invisible advances. Yeah, you were good at that. You had been doing it for the past eighteen years. Besides that, you could stutter to death and blush until you were as red as your blood. Oh, and you knew by heart all the things that Marco liked, too. Something you should probably avoid if you wanted to enter in college.
The annoying ring of your bell made you sigh; it was obvious that no one in your family was going to get it, as they all knew it was the blonde sweet guy looking for you. You got up from your desk and went down the stairs, only to find Marco closing the door already.
- Why did you rang? -you asked, waiting for him in the middle of the stairs. -You have a key.
- I wanted to let you know I'm coming -he smiled, and you swore your knees shook. -If I don't, then your mother might kick my ass.
- That's not true.
- It is! I've scared her a few times. -he said, walking up the stairs.
- Because no one enters in a foreign home at three a.m., Marco!
- Can't I see my best friend whenever I want? -he placed a swift kiss to your head before heading to your room. -You better have food, I'm dying Y/N.
Marco was everything you weren't; outgoing while you spent Friday's night watching a movie. Smart while all you did was get good grades with hard-work. Talkative though you preferred to stay quiet and go unnoticed. So it was a surprise when in high-school you were still friends. It was like a cheesy teen movie, where the popular guy falls in love with the nerd girl; except that this time the popular guy wasn't an asshole and the nerd girl was the only one falling in love.
- Sometimes, I do wonder, do you have a home? -you said, walking into your room to see Marco laying in your bed. -Do they love you there, Marco?
- I don't think so, but thanks God I've got you bambi. -you scoffed at the nickname; seeing that he was much taller than you, he had started calling you that since he met you.
You had met Marco when you were just six and were starting school. He was two years older than you, but he took upon himself to be your protector. You were neighbours, so he walked you to school every day, took you back and played with you always. And God help anyone who tried to mess with the Ilso's friends, because that family could for sure make someone life hell. While your families were best friends and had keys of each other's houses, you and Marco had a special relationship.
- Besides, Nick has all his friends in the living room, and mum is harassing them from the kitchen, like a proper stalker. -he scoffed. -So I thought, why not hide here?
- I was doing things. -you said, sitting in your chair.
- You can just do me, bambi. -he winked at you. It was a joke, but how you wished it wasn't.
- I don't think Becca is okay with that. -you replied, thinking about his current girl. -I haven't seen her in weeks.
- Me neither. She could be in another country for all I care, what a nightmare. -he talked about other of his numerous girls. -What were you doing?
- The essay. -you didn't say anything else, as he knew what you were talking about.
- Why is taking you so long? It's not that hard!
