3- Strong like paper

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Some little touches of care can really make you feel better. Staying some minutes in the arms of my best friend was truly what I needed to make some cleaning in my mind.

My alarm rings way too early. 5 a.m. is clearly not a good moment to wake up after a night like this. Don't get dirty ideas, I just stayed some minutes between his arms before he went to his room. I have to admit that I was kind of sad to wake up alone, but I wanted to show that I was stronger than this. I had to stop being a vegetable and to go to my courses.

And damn, those courses are boring. All of them consists of theory, theory, translation, theory. It is nice to teach myself with some philosophy and literary knowledge, but every day... That is becoming really tedious.

To be honest, I came here but I am not really focusing on the lecture. How could I ever forget what happened ?My mind was all flustered. Was it really a friendly move ? Does he feel something for me ? No, come on, Marc, it was purely friendly, you were crying. Yeah, but, I mean, keeping me in his arms for so long while... While stroking gently my hair... ?

No, I don't want to redden in the classroom. Sitting in the back, I take out one of my notebooks and, as I fake taking the courses, I start writing ideas for our next comic. I kind of wanted to keep writing my new novel idea, but I really can't let Nath down. I'm sure I can work on both at the same time.

Thankfully, time passes fast. I wrote some ideas, but nothing too convincing, I fear. Even when I go out of the college, I think about what a relief our little night with some friends will be... And how stressfull it was going to be. Afraid to be late, I try to rush to the flat, always checking in my bag if I didn't forget anything in the classroom. Keys ? Yup. Bus card ? Yes. Wallet ? Same. Did I check the keys ? Let's check the keys once again. Maybe twice again. How stupid I look with those anxious habits.

I quickly arrive to the flat, opening the door to Nath, sitting at the table, a pen in his hand and a blank paper under it. During this short second before he notices me, I can't stop myself, gazing at him looking through the window, his hand holding his chin nonchalantly. When he notices me, he looks at me, a smile on his face.


« Hey ! Good to see you. Ready for tonight ?
- Urmh... I still have to take a shower, I'm not ready yet...
- Psychologically, I mean. Are you feeling better ?
- Oh. Of course ! I will be so happy to see again the others.
- Yeah, me too ! »


We both smile at each other. It is nice to have someone who really cares about your well-being. I put my bag in my room, coming back to take a fresh drink with him, talking about nothing and all before preparing myself a bit more. Nothing too much, just a very light touch of makeup, barely enough for people to notice it. I take the same clothes, we were just going to spend a night in a pub, nothing too much.

When it's time, I rejoin Nath and go out of the flat with him. The pub was kind of close, just ten minutes by foot, we both weren't that lazy. Plus, walking together was a good way to talk more than usual.


« I'd like to ask you something, but I really don't want to sound rude, you know ?
- Oh, don't worry... What is it ?
- You have hundreds of makeup things :concealers, eye-liners, bazillion of palettes... Why do you keep using just a bit of makeup and don't go full diva ?
- F...Full diva ?!
- Yeah ! Just go wild, makeup as you wish ! But maybe you don't want to ?
- Honestly, I'd kind of like to... But you know that I'm not that fond of the look of other people...
- You know what ? Next time we go out together, if you want to put a wilder makeup and more colors, just do. I'll stay with you and I'll show my middle-finger to anyone who will make fun of you. Because hell, I saw some of your looks that you did at home, you're a better beauty guru than James Charles ! »


I really can't stop laughing, not even out of embarassment, but because of hapiness. Of course, I will never have the guts to do that.

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