Left Behind (Marcel FanFiction)

{ Olivia }

I laughed hysterically as my best friend, Marcel, danced around my room. His slicked back hair stayed in place as he flopped around and frolicked, flailing his arms everywhere. I clapped my hands, trying to catch my breath as I continued laughing at him. Marcel and I had been best friends since the beginning of last year, our junior year. We're seniors now and we'll be graduating in about 5 months.

The song finally ended and Marcel stopped dancing, looking at my crippled body, which lay on the bed, laughing my guts out. "I see my stupidity entertains you, Olivia."

"Marcie, you're a dork!" I giggled as he sat on the bed.

"Well, yeah." he shrugged. I looked at him as he played with his hands, which laid laced in his lap. He had been acting weird lately and I had no idea why, and usually we told each other everything. I was, sadly, Marcel's only friend. People bully Marcel left and right because of his nerdy quirks. I found them adorable. It was odd but I found myself finding Marcel a bit.. attractive in a.. weird way. I had gotten used to every nerdy part of him and was able to look past it. Marcel had a great heart and a wonderful attitude. He was smart, like, really smart. He was like my tutor, since he's super great at everything school related and I'm.. not.

"Marcie, what's wrong?" I asked, rubbing his shoulder.

He looked up at me, "I'm.. gross."

"You're what?" I gasped, "who told you that?"

"Other than everybody?" Marcel whispered. I looked down. People were so cruel.

"You're not gross, Marcel." I replied.

"I'm no Zayn Malik either!" Marcel groaned.

"So?" I shrugged, "Zayn is just a block head jock."

"But he's attractive!" Marcel pointed out, "and I mean, Louis Tomlinson, I wanna be cool like him."

"What?" I shrugged, "be a disrespectful tool that rides a motorcycle and has a bunch of tattoos?"

"What about Liam Payne and Niall Horan?" Marcel exclaimed, standing up.

"The student council guys?" I raised an eyebrow, "too.. preppy."

"Not preppy, perfect." Marcel peered down at his shoes, which we very well kept loafers.

"They're not perfect, Marcie." I sighed, walking over to him, "they're different."

"People like them." Marcel glared at his shoes. I watched as a tear made its way down his cute face. I lifted his face, which was still in the direction of his shoes.

"You don't need them, Marcie, we've got each other." I smiled.

Marcel smiled back, "And I'm so glad I have you, but, I want at least.. to not be hated."

"They don't hate you." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm pretty sure they do."

"What makes you think that?"

"The fact they said 'I hate you Marcel' on a daily basis."

I sighed, "Marcel, what will make you get over this?"

Marcel looked at me, his bright green eyes glowing with happiness, "Help me?"

"Help you with what?" I raised an eyebrow again.

"Help me change me,"

Notes

Its backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!! :D So here's the first chapter. Look familiar?

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