Triplets

Chapter Three

*Marcel's POV*

Demi left to go home around 7:30'ish. She said she could stay and chill on friday afternoon, which got me excited.

I'd formed an interest in Demi today. Not the kind to watched sports with, but to hug and kiss.

The only thing that I know for a fact is that she doesn't like me back.

I was the nerd, the complete definition of outcast. No one, not even Demi, would like me.

She'll never like you.

You're too nerdy.

She's beautiful, outgoing. But you're ugly and shy.

You'll never find someone.

To this point, the voices inside were always the decisions outside. Not this time. It wouldn't hurt to try, right?

Demi and I had been eating popcorn and listening to music in my room, so we were both full of laughs this afternoon.

As I was cleaning up my room from all the trash and lone popcorn pieces, I could feel someone coming towards me.

I turned around to see Harry.

I sighed in relief that it wasn't Edward. "Hello Harry."

"Uh, hey Marcel."

I resumed to cleaning my room until my thoughts about Demi were interrupted.

"I have a question." Harry said.

I leaned against my bed. "What is it?"

"How did you-" He stopped.

"How did I what?"

"How-How did you get her to come here?"

Then Edward entered the conversation. "Yeah, exactly what I was wondering. How'd you get someone like her over here?"

"Is it something bad? I can go o her house if that's be-"

"No." They said in unison.

"Then what's the problem with me bringing her over here?" I asked.

"Well, a girl like her wouldn't be into a guy like you." Harry murmured.

Edward sighed and lay his hand on Harry's shoulder. "What shy guy over here's tryna say is that the hot new girl hates nerdy dumbasses like you."

My face was now bright crimson and I had nothing to say.

"Well, that doesn't stop me from trying. It was a nice study date." I stuttered.

Edward scoffed and Harry chuckled.

"Plus, I've gotten more chances than the both of you. At least I've talked to her." I said with a smile plastered on my face.
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*Demi's POV*

Marcel wasn't as odd as I'd imagined. But I have to admit that I had a pretty great afternoon with my new friend.

Marcel got Harry to stop staring at me and we chilled in his room for the remainder of time eating popcorn and listening to random music from Pandora.

I tried getting him to sing but he did more of a playful voice than normal, so I was singing and laughing at the same time.

On the bright side, I know that there's 3 and not just 1 of them now.

I walked inside my house. "Mom! Guess what!" I said with the biggest smile.

But my smile faded when I realized that my mom was never home and my dad walked out on us a long time ago.

I sighed and lay my books on the end table beside the couch.

I pretty much had a house to call mine because my mom's either working or sleeping with a random man on weekends. The way I'd managed to keep up with that she comes home at least once every day is that she leaves bill money on the kitchen counter and allowance on the kitchen table. There's not even any use for her bedroom because she has bedrooms at other mens' houses.

Within about an hour or 2 I'd managed to finish the last load of laundry in the house - with mainly my clothes in them - and done dishes.

We first moved here when I was a couple months old, when we were a happy, cliché family included with a dad with a good job and a mom greeting her husband at the front door every afternoon. After I'd turned 12, my dog got abused by my dad and ran away, my dad walked out on us, my mom became an alcoholic and drug addict, began abusing me, she began to have her life at the bar and other mens' houses, but yet she'd still managed to get a job earning good money.

My life was any other kids dream at the beginning. It was their dream because I didn't have to do chores and was occupied with electronics and my dog. But lately, everything's gone downhill.

By the time I was clear of thoughts, I found myself drying off from the shower.

I put on my pajamas, blow dried my hair, then tucked myself into my bed.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS :))))))
having people reading my books is good enough

BUUUUUT

i got an iphone 4 bc my stupid old nooby ipod 4 was well stupid old and nooby.

ILY KBAI