"Good morning!" I greeted Marcel as I stepped into the kitchen. "Hey." he said. "Do you always wake up so late?" he asked and I stuck my tongue out. "It's only 10 and no. I always get up at about 8:30." I said and he nodded. "What's for breakfast?" I asked and he shrugged. "You will eat what you find in the fridge." he said. What? Well, what I've been thinking? I live with a man. With a lazy one. I opened the fridge and saw nothing. Well, there is food, but not much I like. I'm not that semi-product person. I put a cheese on a slice of bread and ate it.
"I will have to go buy something." I said after I had sat down next to Marcel. "You have nothing better to do today?" he asked and I shook my head. "Besides, I have to vacuum the floor too. It looks terrible." I said and he laughted. "Do what you wanna do. Uuum, Em... just to let ya know, Marco will come today." Marcel said and I shrugged. I'm not gonna freak out. I know that it's the Marco Reus, but whatever. He's just a simple friend of my cousin.
Afternoon
I've already been shopping and I have to admit that I bought a lot of food. Okey. Let's throw myself into vacuuming the floor. I don't like house work. But a place where I live must be clean. All the time. I've already vacuumed the whole flat, but hall. I was vacuuming in the hall when a door slammed me. Who the hell?! "Oh sorry. Are you a new char?" that idiot spoke. Do I look like a char? Who the hell he thinks he is?!
"Excuse me?" I exclaimed and switched the vacuum off. "Why are you screaming? Oaaah, Marco, here you go." Marcel said and hugged him in that bro-way. "Is this your new char?" Marco asked him. Okey, a clever person would notice that I don't look like a char. And the hell, I haven't answered the first time he asked me about being a char so I'm probably not one! No! He has to ask it one more time. "Excuse me? I'm not a char at all! Idiot!" I exclaimed and Marcel laughted.
"And you? What's so funny? Gosh, I can't believe that you are my family!" I said and pointed on Marcel's chest. "Family?" Marco asked and Marcel nodded. "My cousin Emma." he said and Marco nodded. "Emma? Emma who?" he said in awe and Marcel laughted. No way. "Can't you remember? I'm the little girl. E-m-m-a." I spelt and Marcel sent me a death glare. "That was rude." he mumbled and I faked a smile.
"Don't you think that your friend is the one being rude? He thinks that I'm a char! Do I look like one?!" I exclaimed and Marcel laughted while Marco kept his innocent look. "Okey. Peace. Let's move in the living room." he said and I rolled my eyes. I put the vacuum in the box and hid it. A char. Thanks Reus. Really.
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"I'm hungry. Shall we go out to eat something?" Marco asked and Marcel shrugged. "I've already eaten some chicken nuggets." Marcel said. Yeah, I made chicken nuggets earlier because he was hungry like a shark. "What? Did you cook?" Marco asked. Okey, my time to speak. "No. The char cooked it." I said and winked sarcastic.
"Look Em, I'm sorry okey? I didn't remember you. Could you forgive me?" he asked and Marcel rolled his eyes. Could I forgive him? "I'm gonna think about it." I said and he threw his hands in the air in disbelief. "I'm going out. I'll come back later. Bye." I said, stood up and grabbed my handbag. I need a coffee. And I need to get out of this flat. Marco. I don't know, there's just something interesting about that footballer. And I don't know if that certain something is attracting or annoying me.
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"Ah, you're still here? Thanks God I was counting on you." I said as I stepped into the living room. I was at the Starbucks and bought 3 caramel lattes. One for me, the other one for Marcel and the third one for the football player. I gave it to Marcel who smiled as soon as he noticed what I gave him. "Thanks. I literally love you." he said and I laughted. I gave it to Marco and he made a face.
"What?" he asked as I kept staring at him. "Nothing. Just a little problem. You haven't said 'thank you' and to top it all you made a face." I said and he sighed. "Sorry. Thank you. I just... that's a caloric bomb." he said. Yes, sure. I brought him a latte and all he does is making faces! Uuurgh! He took a sip and smiled. "It's tasty." he said, Marcel laughted and I rolled my eyes. "What did you think? That I gave you something crappy?" I asked and sat down.
Marco's POV
I can't believe I called her a char. She doesn't look like one. She is beautiful. Long dark hair almost reaching her waist and big dark eyes. She's sitting next to me, sipping her coffee. Marcel kicked my leg so she can't notice. I looked at him and he shook his head. "You. Are. Staring. At. Her." he mumbled in a whisper. I shook my head and looked at the TV again.
Emma. She thinks that I can't remember her, but the truth is that I remember every single thing about her. I was 19 when I first met her. She was young, but still beautiful. She made a mess in my head and in my heart too, and then she left. I tried to forget about her and I did it. Almost. But now, when she will stay, I don't know what I'll do. I can't resist her no more.
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