Grey
Marcel and I have been best friends since the seventh grade. We spent so much time together; going out for lunch, seeing movies, and we told each other everything.
He was always there for me through all the shit I went through with guys.
Rumors have gone around about us; we're dating, we kissed, all that shit. But it wasn't true.
One of Marcel and I's best friend was Macy.
She was gorgeous, much prettier than I. We all loved spending time together. Macy thinks that Marcel and I secretly liked each other. She says, "It will happen someday."

No one knows this, but I do like Marcel, just a bit. But no one knows. Not even Macy. I don't know if I'd date him now. He's cute, but not super hot or anything. But his older brother, Harry is drop dead gorgeous. He has the looks of an angel. Maybe Marcel will look like Harry one day. When they were younger, they looked so much alike. They are only a year apart.

February 1st

I'm going over to Marcel's today after school. I'm at my locker, packing up a few books that I need for homework over the weekend. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around, and see Marcel smiling at me.
"Hey," I smile, zipping up my backpack, and shutting my locker.
"You're coming over today, right?" he asks me.
"Of course," I smile, and walk down the hallway with him.
I see Finn coming down the hallway. I've always hated him. Some girls say he's hot, and I completely agree. But who cares anyways, he's a total douche. He's so mean to Marcel, always making fun of him. I always wanted to shove him back, but I'm sure he wouldn't be afraid to hurt me.
As Finn walks by, he shoves Marcel into the nearest locker. Marcel almost loses his balance, but I grab his arm to balance him.
"Fuck off," I say to Finn.
"Watch your mouth, missy," Finn points his finger at me.
I roll my eyes, and take Marcel's arm.
"C'mon," I say.
We continue walking down the hallway. We walk off the school grounds, and walk in the road, toward Marcel's house.
"It's Harry's birthday," Marcel says as we near his house.
"Really?" I say, "I shouldn't be coming over!"
"No," Marcel says, "Don't worry, we're celebrating tomorrow."
"Okay," I smile.
We walk onto Marcel's lawn, and through the front door. I shut it behind me.
"I'm home!" Marcel shouts.
We leave our backpacks at the front door, on a bench.
I follow Marcel through the house, into the kitchen. Harry sits at the counter. He's on his phone, and he's eating an apple. He looks up when I walk in.
He smiles at me, "Hey Grey. You dating my brother yet?"
I feel myself blushing, and I laugh.
Harry and I aren't exactly friends. But we're friendly. He's really nice to me, and we talk when Marcel and I hang out.
Marcel takes out a bag of pretzels, "You want some?"
"Sure," I say, sitting at the counter next to Harry.
Marcel holds the bag out to give to me, and Harry snatches it away from him.
He looks at me and smiles, "Mine."
I roll my eyes.
Harry hands me the bag, "Kidding."
I laugh. Marcel comes and sits on the other side of Harry.
"Happy birthday by the way," I say to Harry.
"Thanks Grey," he smiles.

Time Elapse

It's almost midnight. I'm staying over at Marcel's. His mother said I could sleep in the guest room. Marcel and I are watching We're The Millers. When it ends, Marcel gives me a t-shirt of Harry's to wear to sleep.
"Goodnight," I say, walking out of Marcel's room. I go into the guest room.
I turn the light on, and climb into bed. I turn off the light, and go on my phone. After a few minutes, I hear the front door open. A minute later, Harry stumbles into the room.
"Grey," he smiles at me.
"H-Harry?" I ask, surprised, "Are you drunk?"
"I dunno," Harry smirks, and starts walking towards my bed.
Marcel runs into the room.
"H-Harry," Marcel glances at me. He grabs Harry's arm, and yanks it. Harry stumbles back. I didn't realize Marcel was so strong. Maybe it was just that Harry was drunk.
Marcel lead Harry out of the room, and into Harry's own room.
What was that all about?
Marcel came back in, and stood in the doorframe. He leaned against it, and looked at me.
"Sorry," he clears his throat, "Harry-uh... I think he got drunk. You know, went out with his friends for his birthday..."
I look at Marcel, "Yeah it's fine."
I smile.
"Night," Marcel walks out.
"Goodnight," I say as he walks away.

Marcel POV

I wake up the next morning, and look at the clock. It's 8:40. I get out of bed, and walk out of my room. I go into the bathroom and do my hair.
A few minutes later, Grey opens the door.
"Oh sorry!" she says, walking out.
"It's fine," I say, "You can come in."
She comes back in, and looks at me in the mirror.
I look at my reflection, fixing my hair.

I see Grey smile, "It looks good."
I step back, and she looks at me. She hugs me.
"Good morning," she says into my chest as I hug her.
She pulls out, "I need to go. I'll see you later."
"Okay," I say, "See you Monday."
She waves, and walks downstairs. As she opens the door, I stop her.
"Grey!" I yell down the stairs.
She turns around, "Yes?"
"Don't go," I say. I walk into Harry's room. Harry has just woken up.
"Harry," I say, as he gets out of bed, "You gotta give Grey a ride home. It's way too far for her to walk."
Harry sighs, "Fine."
We walk downstairs, and Grey is waiting by the door.
"What is it?" she asks.
"I'm giving you a ride home," Harry says.
We all walk out the door, and get in the car. When we arrive and Grey's, she opens the door.
"Thank you so much!" she says, getting out, "Love you Marcel!"
"Love you too," I smile, and she shuts the door.
"But you looove her," Harry teases.
I slap him, "Shut up."

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