Left Behind (Marcel FanFiction)

{Olivia}

"Are you ready, Marcel?" I asked as we began walking toward the mall. It was the only mall in town and I just so happened to live about 20 blocks from it, so we decided just to walk. Marcel had previously spent half of an hour, going through my teeny bopper magazines and trying to find a certain celebrity guy that girls liked and pick his hair style. But in the end, he couldn't find one he liked enough and I suggested him creating a new look. The new Marcel was falling into place already.

"Is it wrong I'm nervous?" Marcel said, pulling at his collar like he did when he was nervous or it was chafing.

"No, it's not," I shook my head, "You're completely changing yourself right now, it's a bit scary."

Marcel gave me a smile, "Thank you, Olivia." he put out his own arm and hugged me. I smiled and gladly returned the favor, feeling tiny butterflies in my stomach. When we pulled away, Marcel had a smile on his face and adjusted his glasses. I giggled and we kept walking, the mall was now like 6 blocks away.




When we arrived, people gave Marcel looks and he just looked at me. A few people from school were there, saw us and began their usual comments at Marcel. I glared in their direction and grabbed Marcel's hand. I tugged him away from where the group of jerks were standing and toward a store.

"Here?" He asked, looking at me.

"Here" I smirked, shoving him in.

"This isn't my style, Olivia." Marcel choked, looking at all the clothing as though it was rancid.

I rolled my eyes, "isn't that the point?"

"Well, yes, bu-" Marcel said but I cut him off.

"But nothing," I sighed, turning and sorting through some clothes. "What size are you?"

"Large." Marcel shrugged a bit, turning and looking around the store. I continued sorting through the clothes, finding a few shrits and tossed them to Marcel. He gasped, catching most of them, but dropping two. He bent down, grabbing it front of floor and stood up, giving me a weird look.

"Go try them on!" I exclaimed, shooing him off. He gave me a nervous look, but obeyed and hurried off to find a dressing room. I watched him and smiled, turning to the jeans rack and sorting through. Tight or baggy? Eh, tight. Why not?


Marcel showed me all the shirts, each looking brilliant on him. I smiled at his happiness as I passed him the jeans I had found.

He eyed them, "don't you think they look a bit.. tight?"

"You seem like the type of guy who would wear tighter pants." I shrugged.

"I hate tight pants." Marcel scrunched up his nose. { Oh the irony ^-^ -Author }

"Do you want to look like those celebrities?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Marcel nodded, his glasses moving on his nose, making him have to adjust them.

"Then you will at least try the pants." I shoved him back into the room, earning a defeated sigh from him and he closed and locked the door.

I felt bad about that everyone was making Marcel want to change himself. He was great the way he was. I loved the way he was. It was odd, but I found the nerdiness cute. But, it's what made him happy. And every shirt and pair of pants fit and looked great on him. So we bought them all and headed to a few other stores, buying a ton of clothes that were like the ones at our first store.

"Are you ready to go home?" Marcel asked after our long day of shopping.

I looked up, seeing one of the most popular hair salons in the mall. I glanced over at Marcel's slicked hair and smirked, "Not yet."

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