Best of Two

Samantha is jut an ordinary high school chick... until these british twins come in from the UK named Harry Styles and Marcel Styles.

Harry Styles was the popular. He was very athletic, and got into the football team (and sooner became the captain), outgoing, and very outgoing. Meanwhile, Marcel is the total opposite. Nerdy, quiet, and likes to keep to himself sometimes. With Harry's oscar-winning smile and luscious curly locks, and Marcel's gelled up hair with big squared polished glasses, it's obvious to know that Harry's the hot twin.

Next thing you know, every girl is eyeing Harry Styles and Samantha has also fallen for the british charm. Knowing all the girls have better chance, with him Samantha hatches a plan to get closer to Harry. She decides to be-friend Marcel.


2. Mcdonalds

As the last school bell rings, I get my bag from my locker and met up with Desiree at the front of the school. I see her with her boyfriend, Louis Tomlinson. He was wearing a dark green graphic t-shirt and dark blue skinny jeans. He was carrying his skateboard. 

I smile at the thought of them. Louis is also british, he transferred to Canada about 4 years ago, in eight grade. Louis and Desiree have been best friends since forever, and I was very happy when Louis finally asked her out last year. 

"Why look who it is, Ms. Willow-- or should I call you Mrs. Marcel Styles soon?" Louis says to me with a wink. 

"Ha-ha-ha, very funny." I say sarcastically. 

"Louis was in the same class as you and he told me you chose to be Marcel's lab partner for the rest of the semester-- just what the hell are you thinking, I thought you didn't like that kid?" Desiree pointed out.

"Oh Desiree, remember that talk we had at lunch? Well, that's just all part of the plan." I say with a smirk. 

"Wait... what plan..." Louis asked confusingly.

"Yeah, what plan?" Desiree asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, well you know the thing about Harry Sty--"

"AH, enough with that NAME! I swear I've heard over 50 girls talk about him all day today-- I'm out. Bye, Des.. love you." Louis says as he kisses Desiree. "And Bye Sam Styles-- I mean Willow." 

I slightly punch Louis and he gives a soft chuckle, then he rode his skateboard away somewhere.

"So, the plan?" Desiree asked impatiently.

"I know this may sound very unlike me but... I think I'm going to try befriending Marcel, just so I can get close to Harry." I answered.

"Wow Sam... um, that's a very... well, mean plan. Are you sure you want to do this? It sounds very unlike you."

"I know, I know. I don't understand why I even want to do this for a guy I barely even know-- but there's something about him. One look-- one look, I swear it was like love at first sight. I know it sounds stupid but you got to trust me, I think it's worth it."

"How if Marcel finds out? I mean, have you ever thought how he'd feel--"

"And he WON'T find out. I can promise you that. I know it's not the nicest plan but I can't think of anything else. Most girls in the school probably plans on stalking him and stuff, and that's just not classy."

"And you think using Harry's brother, Marcel to get close to Harry is classy?"

"Well.. no but.. you get the point."

"Alright Sam... but you be careful. I don't want to see anyone get hurt."

"Trust me, I got this."


"MOOOOOOM, I'm home!" I yelled as I walk through the front door. As I took my shoes off, I saw her rushingly going to the door. She was wearing a fancy outfit and she looked very nice. 

"Where are you going... this time." I asked her.

"Just going on a date with Jason." She answered with a lively tone.

"Mom, again?!" I exclaimed.

"I'll see you in a while honey, coming late tonight."

"Or you mean tomorrow." I mumbled, enough for her not to hear me.

"Okay, there he is at the front!" She says pointing at the white convertible. 

"But mom I--"

"Bye honey, love you!" 

And with that she closed the door on me. I watched as she drove away with him.

"I love you too, mom." I whispered against the window. I sighed, as a tear started dropped to my cheek. I quickly wiped it away.

My mom and I haven't spent time together for 3 years now. I rarely ever see her anymore even. And it's kinda funny because I live with her. She might as well move with Jason because that's where she is most of the time. Some kids think I'm lucky that I get so much freedom, get to go wherever I want. 

But sometimes, I just wished I could feel her nice warm embrace again and when she tucks me into bed and gives me a kiss on the forehead. I know these may sound childish, but I just wish I could get my mom back.

I decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood. For some reason I was just crying. My eyes were red and puffy from crying, and I don't understand why I am crying so much. I've been this unstable ever since my dad died three years ago.

"Sam?" I hear a voice behind me. I turned around and I see a black chevrolet car, with Marcel driving behind me. I quickly wipe away my tears and looked at him.

"Are you stalking me?!" I questioned.

"N-no, I just finished going to the pharmacy because I erm, needed to get some medication and I was driving by and I saw you-- wait a-are you crying?" He asked me. I bit my lips and fought the tears off.

"No. It's just itchy, I got some stuff in my eye that's why and well, yeah." I lied.

"Don't tell me that. Come on, hop in." He says, making hand gestures for me to get into his car. Oh my goodness, that's really the last thing that I wanted right now.

"No Marcel, I'm fine trust me." I said. A tear trickled down my cheek, and I wiped it away fast.

"Okay come on, I'll treat you out to some Mcdonalds or Starbucks, I don't know somewhere you want."

I thought about it. I am hungry... very hungry... but at the same time, I don't want to be seen with Marcel. 

"Okay Marcel, but no one can find out about this." I told him. He nodded his head. I get into the passenger seat and he begins to drive.

"So wh-where to?" He asked me. 

"I'm fine with anything really, I'm just starving." I answered.

"Mcdonalds it is." 

The car trip was silent, but here and then I'd have some sniffles from my tears. A few hours ago, I'd never picture myself in Marcel's car, crying and going to Mcdonalds-- and with HIM.

"Sam?" He says calling my attention.

"Y-Yeah?" I replied.

He drove to the drive thru.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Well.. I... I want a big mac with large fries and large drink, ice-tea though."


"I know, I eat a lot for a girl and I'm sorry I just--"

"N-No, I was just going to say that you eat pretty good for one. M-Most girls I see just want a salad or something, you know."

I smiled a little at the thought of that. 

"Hi, I'll have 2 Big Mac meals-- upsize them all, and one ice-tea and pepsi." He said to the microphone.

"Is that all sir?" The person asked.


Okay, it'll be ready at the next door."

"Okay, thanks."

He drove to the door and the guy handed him the stuff. I gladly took it and Marcel paid. We drove off and we decided to eat in the parking lot i the car.

"Are you alright, Sam?" He asked me with a small smile.

"Now I am." I answered back, smiling back.

"Good." He said. We ate our food in silence for a few minutes. In all honesty, I quite enjoyed it. I liked how he never pressured me to tell him what was wrong and stuff like most people.

"So uh, Marcel," I said. "How's it like being a twin?"

"U-Uh, it's fine, I guess." He says.


"I mean well, it's just that sometimes Harry can go way you know, o-overboard."

"What about Harry?"

"Trust me h-he's a good brother, but sometimes I wished it would just go back to the days when it was just him and I you know, now he's so popular. I don't know, sometimes I feel like a joke when I'm beside him because well, let's face it." He says. I didn't know what to say so I said nothing. I finished my meal and he began to drive me back.

I looked at him, examining him as he drove. I could see the hurt in his eyes from the last topic we talked about. 

"Take a right here, and there's my house." I said to him. He took the right and parked at the driveway at my house.

"Marcel?" I said, calling his attention.

"Y-Yes?" He replied.

"Thanks. Thanks for treating me to Mcdonalds. I promise I'll pay you back--"

"Sam, it was my treat. You don't need to pay me back. It's the least I can do."

"Do for what?"

He just gave a soft chuckle. "For being a friend." 

I smiled at him and I headed towards the door.

"Sam?" He called out. I turned around.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"M-maybe... we should do this again sometime."

"Sure, Marcel." I said. He gave me a wide grin and I headed inside the house. 


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