The Styles Triplet
2/2 Of 3/3 Of Day 3- Marcel Again
Author’s note:
I like making authors note even if I got nothing to say XD
Marcel: 20 Harry: 11 Mark: 5 <-- BOOM marcel got 20 XD
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I tried some cockroach or whiskers or whatever the guy gave me.
It tasted like shit.
But Dessi seemed to be having a good time. She’s drinking her cockroach like its some heavenly good stuff and if my vision is not wrong, which I think it is. I think she’s getting more... wilder?
I pulled out my glasses and put them on. Ahh clear vision. It’s very dark in the club so I don’t think anyone would notice I had glasses.
I looked around and everywhere, I see people dancing and stripping. This place smells like sweat and it’s making me very uncomfortable.
Bella and Tristan are nowhere to be seen. I can just imagine what they would be doing right now.
A man suddenly came out on the stage. “Who wants to see some stripping?” He said into a microphone and the crowd went wild. I made a face, not me.
I covered my eyes and blocked out his talking for the next bit. Until suddenly I heard something familiar, “Here’s the sexy queen, Dessire Youngblood!”
I opened my eyes wide, what?
I watched in horror as Dessi stood on stage and dances wildly. She removed her shirt and I watched with my mouth open. I could feel myself getting a boner. I quickly shook away the feeling and went upstage, dragging her away.
I could hear everyone saying “awwww” and “boooo”.
“What?” She looked at me with a distant expression, “I’m just having fun.” She suddenly laughed and starts talking gibberish to me like a drunk person…. Wait… maybe she is drunk. They say people always tells the truth when they’re drunk. I smiled, maybe I can take this to my advantage.
I interrupted her talking and quickly said, “Dessi, what do you think about me?”
She stumbled a bit and fell in my arms as she looked up at me, “you? Are you Marcel?”
“Yes,” I said as I looked down at her, “what do you think about Marcel?”
“Well,” she said as she stood up, wobbling. “He’s kinda cute but I think he tries too hard.”
I raised my eyebrows as she kept talking.
“I mean, like I like him better with his glasses and stuff because he’s really cute like that.” Her talking was slurred but I could just make out what she was saying under the loud music. “And now he just looks like Harry Styles,” Her green eyes landed on me. They were foggy.
Oh…
I should have felt disappointed since I worked so hard for nothing, but it made me more happy to know she likes me for who I am.
“Dessire,” I said looking her in the eyes, “do you like Marcel as a friend or more than that?”
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I like making authors note even if I got nothing to say XD
Marcel: 20 Harry: 11 Mark: 5 <-- BOOM marcel got 20 XD
******************************CONTINUED STORY*****************************************
I tried some cockroach or whiskers or whatever the guy gave me.
It tasted like shit.
But Dessi seemed to be having a good time. She’s drinking her cockroach like its some heavenly good stuff and if my vision is not wrong, which I think it is. I think she’s getting more... wilder?
I pulled out my glasses and put them on. Ahh clear vision. It’s very dark in the club so I don’t think anyone would notice I had glasses.
I looked around and everywhere, I see people dancing and stripping. This place smells like sweat and it’s making me very uncomfortable.
Bella and Tristan are nowhere to be seen. I can just imagine what they would be doing right now.
A man suddenly came out on the stage. “Who wants to see some stripping?” He said into a microphone and the crowd went wild. I made a face, not me.
I covered my eyes and blocked out his talking for the next bit. Until suddenly I heard something familiar, “Here’s the sexy queen, Dessire Youngblood!”
I opened my eyes wide, what?
I watched in horror as Dessi stood on stage and dances wildly. She removed her shirt and I watched with my mouth open. I could feel myself getting a boner. I quickly shook away the feeling and went upstage, dragging her away.
I could hear everyone saying “awwww” and “boooo”.
“What?” She looked at me with a distant expression, “I’m just having fun.” She suddenly laughed and starts talking gibberish to me like a drunk person…. Wait… maybe she is drunk. They say people always tells the truth when they’re drunk. I smiled, maybe I can take this to my advantage.
I interrupted her talking and quickly said, “Dessi, what do you think about me?”
She stumbled a bit and fell in my arms as she looked up at me, “you? Are you Marcel?”
“Yes,” I said as I looked down at her, “what do you think about Marcel?”
“Well,” she said as she stood up, wobbling. “He’s kinda cute but I think he tries too hard.”
I raised my eyebrows as she kept talking.
“I mean, like I like him better with his glasses and stuff because he’s really cute like that.” Her talking was slurred but I could just make out what she was saying under the loud music. “And now he just looks like Harry Styles,” Her green eyes landed on me. They were foggy.
Oh…
I should have felt disappointed since I worked so hard for nothing, but it made me more happy to know she likes me for who I am.
“Dessire,” I said looking her in the eyes, “do you like Marcel as a friend or more than that?”
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Ummmm I DONT think I'll do a sequal XD there will be nothing to do it on, but I think I might start a fanfic soon that is a surprise but I think you'll like it ;)
1/6/14