My New Friend, Marcel

Chapter 6

The next morning, I woke up next to Marcel. I coughed alittle and rubbed my eyes. I go down the stairs and see the living room spotlessly clean. I see my dad scrubbing out the last spot of dirt on the wall.

"Dad?" I yell out his name. "Oh, hey darling! I just finished cleaning up and-" I cut him off and hugged him. "Thanks dad," I told him. "You're.. you're welcome sweetie" he smiled. Just 'cause I haven't hugged him like that since I was ten years old.

After that, I heard footsteps going down the stairs and it was Marcel. He rubbed his eyes and put his glasses on. "What.. what happened last night?" he asks confusely. I looked at my dad, smiled, and ran to Marcel up the stairs. I hugged him really tight for no absolute reason.

"What was that for?" he asks, shyly. I replied; "I.. don't know" and laughed. I held his hand and led him to the kitchen. "My dad makes the BEST food in town" I bragged. Marcel smiles and looks at me, then my dad, and then at me again.

My dad walks up to us smiling, and says; "So, are you two official?"

I drop my spoon on my plate. "Dad.." I mumble. "I'm just joking!" He laughs and so does Marcel. I smile at him and turn red.

We finished our breakfast and go to the living room. "O-Oh, Y-Y/N.." Marcel stutters. "Yeah?" I replied. "I.. I was thinking we should go to the park. Y-Y'know.. just the two of us" he told me. Gosh, just when I heard him said 'us' the butterflies in my stomach started to flutter. "S-Sure! N-No problemo!" I answered back and turned red.

I changed into my clothes and went outside waiting for him. He comes out the door wearing an oversized shirt. I chuckled and asked him where he got his shirt from. "Oh, I got it from your dad. It actually fits me well." He says in a proud kind of tone, smiling. I smiled back at him and we started to walk to the park.

"So, Y/N.. About the kiss last night.." he adds. 'Kiss? What kiss? I don't remember kissing him last night..' I said to myself. Maybe it was before he got drunk. Man, I must be really drunk last night. I didn't want to ask him about it so I just played along. "Oh, yeah.. that was.. that was okay, right?" I asked him. Gosh, I felt and sound even more stupid saying that. "Y-Yeah! It was.. it was okay, yeah.." he looks down and chuckles.

When we got to the park, we sat down on the nearest bench there. We admired the beautiful trees, grass, plants, and animals walking around.

With my hand on the bench, and the other one on my lap, I felt my other hand gets warm. Turns out Marcel was holding my hand, but he wasn't looking directly at me.. He was looking up in the sky and the ground, trying not to make eye contact with me. I move his head alittle to his left so he could finally look at me, and not at the view. "Do you like me?" I ask him. "Y-Yeah.. I think so.." he replies nervously sweating. I stopped for alittle, looked down on the ground and smiled. "How 'bout you? D-Do you like.. me?" he asks me. "Of course I do, silly." I laughed and then he laughed.

We both sighed and looked at each other's eyes for a moment. "I like you, Marcel" I tell him. "I.. I like you too, Y/N" he replies back.