Without you // Marcus & Martinus

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three months ago

I sneak into Marcus' room. I have a bucket full of ice cold water in my hand. I throw them at Marcus.

"What the hell Martinus! What is the matter with you!?" Marcus yells. I just laugh on the floor holding my stomach.

"I'm not having any fun, I still wanted to sleep." Marcus says, he sounds serious.

"I'm sorry Marcus, I just wanted to have some fun.'' I laugh.

"Well I'm not having fun. Please leave I don't wanna be with you right now. And you're gonna clean this up and take the bedsheets to the washing machine.'' Marcus says clearly annoyed.

"Hey what's wrong, you usually just laugh along?'' I ask. "Are you have okay?"

"Well now I just want to sleep and you're annoying me.'' he answers. ''I'm going to sleep in your bed because it's dry there.'' he adds and leaves.

I sit on the floor confused. I shake my head and get up. I take Marcus' bedsheets off and take them to the washing machine and put it on.

We have a concert in two days so after that I go back to his room and pack his stuff, I hope this makes up for what I did. Then I go pack my own stuff quietly because Marcus is asleep in my bed.

In a few hours we're on our way to Oslo.

''Marcus I'm sorry about what I did at the morning.'' I say, again. He must really be mad because he doesn't say anything. I sigh and turn away.

Marcus doesn't talk to the whole trip there. Every once in a while I try to talk to him, but he just stares at his phone.

When we get to Oslo it's already over midnight so we go straight to bed.

I wake up to sun shining through the curtains. I go watch out the window and hear some screaming.

I look down and see some fans. I just don't get it, how can they always know where we are? They're amazing. I smile and wave at them.

''Martinus, we're going to get breakfast now.'' Dad says. After that we go check the arena for tomorrow.

''Marcus catch!'' I say and throw a microphone to him. He just stares at it blankly and it falls on the ground.

''You seriously can't be so mad about what I did yesterday.'' I sigh. Marcus just picks up the microphone and goes away.

"Marcus where are you going we're supposed to rehearse the show!" I yell before he disappears to backstage.

I run up to him. He's in the corner on his phone. I sit next to him and open my mouth to say something but he quickly gets up and leaves.

"Fuck." I say quietly and get up myself. I go back to stage and I see Marcus talking to someone so I go up to them.

"Oh great, you're here Martinus so now you can go through the show." The man says and we finally start.

Author's note

This flashback will continue until I say something else.