"Lalalalaaaa!" I was singing. It sounds like an opera. I should be a singer. I really am in some kind of hell because I've seen only 2 people walk around. 2 people. Is this a forgotten street or what? Where is Marco? I need to go home. I need to go home! And again I started crying. I heard the engine of a car and sat down on the path again. "Emma!" Whose voice is that? I looked up and realized that Marcel's car is in front of me. I tried to stand up, but I failed. "Jesus." Yeah, that's definitely Marco's voice. Marcel tried to stand me up, but failed too. He failed because I didn't help him. He sat down next to me and sighed. "Em why are you drunk?" he asked and I shrugged. "You're crazy." Marcel said and stood up. "Emma c'mon. You need to help me. It's not that easy to pick you up." he said and I sent him a death glare. "Are you saying that I'm fat?" I asked and started crying again.
"No. Gosh, no. I'm just saying I need your help." he said and I shook my head. "I'm not going anywhere." I exclaimed and sobbed. "Emma c'mon. Y-you can't sit here." Marcel said and I sobbed. "Would you let us alone?" I heard Marco asking, but I didn't look up. "Sure." Marcel said and went to the car. "Em, please." Marco said and knelt down. "Come with me." Marco said and offered me his hand. "Why?! You're angry with me because I lied to you. Why are you even here?" I asked while crying and he sighed. "Because you called me." he said and I looked at him. "Did I?" I asked and he chuckled sadly. "Yes. Please, just come with me and we will talk tomorrow." he said and he helped me stand up.
We were walking towards the car when I stopped walking. "What now?" Marco asked and I pointed on the picture of him. I started walking away when my ass found the hard ground. Shit. My ass is gonna be covered by bruises. "Emma!" Marco screamed and ran to me. "Oh Gosh." he said and helped me stand up. Again. "Where do you think you're going?!" he asked and I stopped walking in front of his billboard.
"Look how handsome you are." I said and ran my fingers on his face. "You're so drunk." he said and I shook my head. "What? I'm not drunk." I exclaimed and he nodded. "Okay. So you're not drunk. Fine. Can we go now?" he asked and I shook my head. "I wanna be here. With original Marco and Marco number 2." I said and he giggled. "You have the original Marco so let's go home." Marco said. "You're so handsome." I said and this time rubbed his face, not face of the billboard. "You don't have to say that. I'll think about forgiving you later," he said and I pouted. "I'm not saying it just to make you forgive me." I said and he smirked. "No? So why are you saying it?" he asked and I looked into his eyes. "Because you are." I said and hugged him. "I'm sorry." I mumbled into his chest and he kissed the top of my head. "I know." he said and lifted me up. Whoaaa. I'm so glad that I don't have to walk. What reminds me that my ass still hurts. "Let's go." he said and we went to the car.
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"Don't goooo." I exclaimed when I was already laying in my bed. "Emma, it's almost midnight." Marco said and I pouted. "Marco stay here or she's gonna go crazy." Marcel said and I nodded. "What about this - I'm gonna go home and I'll be here tomorrow morning." he said and I sat down. "Nooooo." I said and Marco sighed. "I just... I can sleep at your place, but you can't sleep here? I'm just asking you to stay." I sobbed and Marco sat down next to me. "Okay. Okay, I'll stay." he said and I smiled. "Emma what about school? I guess you won't be able to think properly tomorrow." Marcel said and I lay down. "I don't know." I said and Marcel giggled. "You're so crazy when you're drunk. Good night people." he said and closed the door behind him.
"Emma you're driving me crazy." Marco said and I looked at him. "I'm sorry." I said and he smiled. "I've already heard this." he said and lay down next to me. And how drunk I am. "Won't you take off your jeans?" I asked and my hand travelled down under the blanket. "If you're not drunk, you would have already noticed that I'm not wearing jeans." he said and stopped my hand when it was on his stomach. "Uhmmm." I groaned and he giggled. "Emma, you should sleep." he said and I shrugged.
"Kiss me." I said and he raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?" he asked and I smiled. "Kiss meeeee." I said louder and he put his hand on my mouth. "Em don't scream. Marcel doesn't need to hear us." he said and I smirked. "Kiss me then." I said and he kissed my cheek. "What was that?!" I exclaimed in whisper and he giggled. "That was a kiss." he said and I shook my head. "Yes, it was a kiss that your classmate gives you in elementary school." I said and he rubbed my cheek. "Okay my classmate." he said and kissed my lips quickly. I wanted to deepen the kiss, but Marco pulled away. "You're drunk." he said and I shrugged. "Who cares." I said and wanted to kiss him again, but he didn't let me.
"I do. Em, you won't remember a single thing tomorrow." he said and I turned my back to him. "So what?" I pouted and he wrapped his arms around me. "Emma sleep." he said and a tear fell from my eye again. Why is he so cold?
So the 2nd chapter today! I hope you like it! It's shorter than the 1st one, but it had to be this way.
Thanks for comments and votes! :-)
There will be a 'little change' from the next chapter and so I hope you won't find me to kick my ass. Haha.
