Two Kinds In One Tutor
(unexpected rainy day).......day1 out of 7
marcel looked very uneasy hearing about this news. i was too. just thinking about it, theres a nerdy kid that i had just realized existed today stuck in my house for about a week until a freakish snow/rain storm blows over. things are just going perfectly for me today....not. i turned to face marcel and said "listen im sorry you have to be stuck with me for a week but-" he cut me off then said "no, im sorry your stuck with me for a week. this is your house. i really didnt plan on over staying my welcome....especially not like this" i smiled, he started to lighten up a bit with me. he didnt look too scared of me anymore. he didnt stutter as much im guessing because he was more comfortable with me. im hoping this week wont be that bad.
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we spent the last few hours doing little things like playing board games, watching t.v, and hangman or any other dumb game we could possibly think of. the thing was that it really wasnt that bad. marcel is not as nerdy as he looks. he could be a cool person to hang out with. but lets face it he'll always have his geek-like qualities like being germ-aphobic, actually liking to learn and being a teachers pet. for some weird reason i feel like that isnt the real him. something about the way he was acting with me today made me think that maybe that nerd kid isnt the guy he actually wants to be. he could be a real out going and funny guy with alot of friends if he was able but the only question that crosses my mind is why isnt he able to be the type of guy that he wants to be. i could tell the freak geek just wasnt him. i got up from the couch then said "hey uh im gonna get in the shower, well unless you wanna go in first...." he said "i dont have any clothes" i thought about it for a second. how are we gonna last a whole week in a house without being prepared for anything...ugh..this will be harder than i thought. then it hit me. "you could use the clothes that my brother left here before he moved out, there in my bedroom closet, follow me" i walked up the stairs as marcel followed. i opened my closet that was filled with clothes that i never wore but still dont want to give or throw them away. i feel like they look better in my closet then on me so thats the way it stays. i reach for the box at the bottom of my closet that says "shawn's clothes" i place it on my bed then say "ok marcel, you can choose anything you wanna wear out of that box" he smiles then says "ok thank you" i went downstairs while i waited for marcel to freshen up. after a while, marcel came downstairs and when i looked up from my magazine, all that was in my view was this. i really didnt know what to do with myself at that point. a serious male model was standing in the middle of my living room and im pretty sure he walked out of my bathroom where marcel walked in earlier. THIS WAS MARCEL. he had the body of a god and he had a few tattoos. didnt really think he was that type but JESUS NEEDS TO TAKE CONTROL BECAUSE I CLEARLY LOST ALL MINE. his torso was slightly wet and without his glasses his emerald green eyes just struck me like lightening. his hair was wet and curlier than ever. and just the way his necklaces hang down and was placed perfectly on the skin of his chest. marcel actually had abs too. i rubbed my eyes, pinched my self and did anything i could to make sure i wasnt dreaming or just hopped up on pepsi. he noticed i was looking at him then he smiled. "i know i dont have the best body just dont comment ok?" he said with his deep, husky, sexy, seductive, hot, british, manly, to-die-for, most adorable voice ever. what the hell happened in that shower that completely transformed that nerd to mr.irrisistable. he went from geek in the streets to what looked like he could be a freak in the sheets. last time i checked, my bathroom wasnt a transformation room. i tried to keep my composure and not stare at him so much. iwasnt going to comment on anything. not his body, voice, just nothing. i was going to enjoy this moment because i didnt know how long it was going to last. R.I.P my inner santity and control.
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we spent the last few hours doing little things like playing board games, watching t.v, and hangman or any other dumb game we could possibly think of. the thing was that it really wasnt that bad. marcel is not as nerdy as he looks. he could be a cool person to hang out with. but lets face it he'll always have his geek-like qualities like being germ-aphobic, actually liking to learn and being a teachers pet. for some weird reason i feel like that isnt the real him. something about the way he was acting with me today made me think that maybe that nerd kid isnt the guy he actually wants to be. he could be a real out going and funny guy with alot of friends if he was able but the only question that crosses my mind is why isnt he able to be the type of guy that he wants to be. i could tell the freak geek just wasnt him. i got up from the couch then said "hey uh im gonna get in the shower, well unless you wanna go in first...." he said "i dont have any clothes" i thought about it for a second. how are we gonna last a whole week in a house without being prepared for anything...ugh..this will be harder than i thought. then it hit me. "you could use the clothes that my brother left here before he moved out, there in my bedroom closet, follow me" i walked up the stairs as marcel followed. i opened my closet that was filled with clothes that i never wore but still dont want to give or throw them away. i feel like they look better in my closet then on me so thats the way it stays. i reach for the box at the bottom of my closet that says "shawn's clothes" i place it on my bed then say "ok marcel, you can choose anything you wanna wear out of that box" he smiles then says "ok thank you" i went downstairs while i waited for marcel to freshen up. after a while, marcel came downstairs and when i looked up from my magazine, all that was in my view was this. i really didnt know what to do with myself at that point. a serious male model was standing in the middle of my living room and im pretty sure he walked out of my bathroom where marcel walked in earlier. THIS WAS MARCEL. he had the body of a god and he had a few tattoos. didnt really think he was that type but JESUS NEEDS TO TAKE CONTROL BECAUSE I CLEARLY LOST ALL MINE. his torso was slightly wet and without his glasses his emerald green eyes just struck me like lightening. his hair was wet and curlier than ever. and just the way his necklaces hang down and was placed perfectly on the skin of his chest. marcel actually had abs too. i rubbed my eyes, pinched my self and did anything i could to make sure i wasnt dreaming or just hopped up on pepsi. he noticed i was looking at him then he smiled. "i know i dont have the best body just dont comment ok?" he said with his deep, husky, sexy, seductive, hot, british, manly, to-die-for, most adorable voice ever. what the hell happened in that shower that completely transformed that nerd to mr.irrisistable. he went from geek in the streets to what looked like he could be a freak in the sheets. last time i checked, my bathroom wasnt a transformation room. i tried to keep my composure and not stare at him so much. iwasnt going to comment on anything. not his body, voice, just nothing. i was going to enjoy this moment because i didnt know how long it was going to last. R.I.P my inner santity and control.
Notes
RATE, COMMENT, VOTE, SUBSCRIBE AND SIMPLY LOVE.KEEP CALM AND........(*STARES AT MARCELS BODY*).....WAIT WHAT WAS I SAYING, THERES JUST NO KEEPING CALM AROUND THAT <3
@emmaphants
thanks so much, when i get time too, ill try to write more. ive just been very busy lately
12/20/13