Well, just what I said. A Marcel Styles imagine. Yey! Well, it wouldn’t be so perfect but I know you will like it. Comment for a feedback. Positive or negative. I will still understand your feedback. ;) + -- You were touring around the campus all by yourself, since it’s a weekend. You just felt bored when you’re inside your house. You just feel that you’re in jail for a million years. So you decided to tour around. You went inside the Science Laboratory and walked around, you read books that you read for the billionth time. Suddenly, light footsteps were chilling down your spine. You were afraid maybe it’s a stranger. You turned back and it was your schoolmate, Marcel. “What is it, Marcel?” You groaned and rolled your eyes. “What’s your problem?” “I was wondering if I could be with you for the rest of the day, (Y/N).” He replies, shyly. Nodding his head as his glasses is sliding off his nose. “I just got bored in home so I decided to visit and walk around.” “You could be with someone else.” You blurt. You covered your mouth – eyes wide open. You felt guilty what you said, you saw him sigh. “I’m sorry for saying that. Well, I could be your mate for a day, right?” “Yea.” He finally smiles again. You two exited the science lab and went to the field. It’s like the campus is very empty by now. Well, the cheerleader will be practicing later one in the afternoon and it’s still eleven in the morning. You were burning under the sun, eating a cone of ice cream. “So, you know that the prom will be next week.” He finally speaks. “Yep.” You replied, popping the ‘p’. “Why are you asking, Marcel?” “Well, you left and the professor said that both of us will be presenting prom king and prom queen…” He says, shyly. “I didn’t doubt that, really. If you don’t want it, I can tell the professo-“ “No, it’s all right.” You interrupted. “It’ll be wonderful, so when are we practicing our dance anyways?” “Is that even necessary?” He groans, annoyed. “Let’s just say, surprise dances for next week’s prom, eh?” “Ha-ha, okay then.” You said, rolling your life and chuckled. “I would really choose sparkly dresses!” “Yea, yea.” He said, in a high-pitched tone. “I’m kinda hungry. I think I should go back home and eat. Can we meet later?” “I don’t think so, Marcel.” I sighed. “I really need to do some household chores later. Sorry. We could meet on Monday, since it’s a weekday.” “Sure, sure. See you then.” He winks and stands up from the grass. By the time the clouds goes dark, you immediately exited the campus and went home immediately. A week later… You wore a red, wonderful dress that fits your make-up. You curled your hair and polished your nails. You weren’t really good using high heels but you could walk properly. You and Marcel are finally going to dance together for the first time. You haven’t experience joining to be the prom king and prom queen and you feel nervous. One of the contestants has really great and awesome dresses you observed. “Love,” He whispers. “You’re very beautiful.” “T-thanks.” You stutter. “Want to experience a wonderful prom?” He asks. “Sure.” You smiled. After the ending of the song – A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. Marcel placed his plump lips to yours. You didn’t know that you were in love with him. You experienced your first kiss. “And the prom king and prom queen for this year is…” The host paused. “Marcel Styles and (YN)!” Both of you jumped in happiness and hugged each other, you didn’t expect about winning. You feel amazing. “Please be my girlfriend, I love you.” He whispers. “Yes, Marcel. Yes.”
Posted on: Fri, 06 Sep 2013 10:49:58 +0000
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