Give Me a Chance

If only he knew that some one out there actually had feelings for him. But he is too caught up with someone who will never like him, to notice that Piper is head over heals for the one and only, Marcel.


31. Closer

----*Warning: may get a little physical*------

We sat in Marcel's room, empty tea cups on his night stand. His window was open allowing a cool breeze flow through the room. The T.V. was playing movies on ABC Family. I shivered a bit from the air and pulled my self closer to Marcel. "You cold, babe?" He asked. "A little, yeah." I replied. He got up and walked over to the window, shutting it. When he came back, I hugged him tighter than before. "Hun, Chase is in good hands. The doctor will help him get better." He tried to comfort me.

I smiled, convincing my self that is the ONLY possibility and nothing else. Chase will get better. He will come home and be good as new. He will run around annoying the hell out of mom and I.

Everything will be fine.

"I think I have something that can get your mind off it." Marcel said. "And what would that be?" I asked. Figuring nothing may stop me from thinking of my poor little brother.

Marcel placed one hand on the side of my head while his other on my waist. Our lips connected and moved in sync. I felt myself leaning backwards, eventually to where I'm laying down. Marcel rested on top of me, his hands moving to my hips, while my hands tangled in his hair. He moved his lips to my neck, leaving love bites.

He moved his kisses back to my lips. I began tugging on the rim of his shirt. He pulled it over his head and I scanned over his fit torso. Next to come off was my shirt. I felt insecure at first, so I crossed my arms over my stomach. "Piper, you're beautiful." He said, slowly moving my arms back to my side.

Shortly after we lay, with nothing on but each other. Marcel made a trail of kisses until he reached my thighs. I felt him rub his thumb over the stretch marks I had. He then placed a few kisses over them, even on the other leg.

I sat up. "What's wrong?" he asked. I shook my head, and just started to cry. He scooted over to hug me. "Was it something I did?" He asked. "Th-thank you so much." I said.

He seemed confused. "For what, love?" - "For making feel beautiful. Not just saying I am, but also making me feel that I am. I just-" I wiped my eyes. "I jut really appreciate it." I said.

He smiled and hugged me tighter. "It is the truth. I love you." He said.

"I love you, to."


Ayeee, short chapter. >:(  I know. This was finals week and pink ball of fired knowledge located in my skull, is worn out. But I hope you liked it, even if its the tiniest like you've ever had. Heh... Thanks for reading babesss. Love you!<3

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