Searching For Rebecca

Chapter 36: Fluttering

Hello my lovelies! so no one replied to my query in the last chapter about the possible Marc / Stacie prequel... i guess that means no one would read it then! sad times! :( But never mind, i love you anyway and my way of showing that is a new chapter for y'all! (Even though i should be doing my english homework)

Enjoy guys x

CHAPTER 36: FLUTTERING

Marc’s bedroom was a surprise. I’d expected a sort of man-cave – very messy and possibly smelling slightly of football practise. But what I got was almost the exact opposite. The walls were painted cream and grey, the floor a dark mahogany coloured wood. The double bed that protruded out into the room was the only thing slightly unorganised, and even then I watched Marc frown a little at the untidy covers. The rest of the space was pristine, everything had its place. From the small collection of football trophies to the scattering of Polaroid pictures on his desk.

Edging closer I recognised most of the guys in the pictures but one speared my heart precisely. Close to the centre of the collage was a shot of Marc, (looking just as gorgeous as ever,) his arm thrown loosely around the shoulders of a certain blonde bombshell. I couldn’t help noticing the genuine smiles on both their faces.

If Marc noticed me looking he didn’t mention it, he’d let go of my hand and gone to reside on his bed.

‘Sorry about my mom...’ he looked sheepish. ‘I promise she’s like that with everyone.’

I narrowed my eyes, ‘not sure whether that's better or worse to be honest!’

He chuckled, ‘you can sit down babe, I'm not gonna pounce on you!’

I flushed, how embarrassing. Naturally Marc noticed and his grin widened. ‘Come here.’ He said.

Like a star struck puppy, I followed his lead and took a seat next to him on the bed, tucking my feet under my knees.

‘So, last night?’ he raised an eyebrow at me.

I sighed, ‘last night...’

‘You regret it?’

I turned to look at him, surprised. ‘No I don't regret it... but I thought... Gah I don't know how to say it!’ why was it so awkward?! Why could we barely look each other in the eye?

His fingers gently entwined with mine, ‘you can tell me anything hun.’

I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the words that would come tumbling out. ‘I'm not Stacie.’ I mumbled, ‘and I'm worried that you expect me to be like her.’ He tried to interrupt but I ignored it, ‘I'm not loud and confident, frankly I'm a terrible dancer, I get all tongue tied around you and I'm never going to be beautiful like her.’

‘Is that what you think?’

I nodded, numbly.

‘Well, you’re not loud; you’re quietly mysterious like a puzzle I need to solve. As for confident, I think admitting what you just did was pretty darn confident! You say you get tongue tied? Try being me, it’s the complete opposite! Talk about word vomit! And as for beautiful Bex, you’re an idiot if you can’t see the way you affect me.’