Insanity | A Marcus Butler Fan Fiction

Chapter 8

The next morning I woke up in Marcus's arms and it was absolutely perfect. He was asleep, but his grip on me was still tight and firm, very protective, as if he would never want anyone to touch me. I stayed in his arms, not bothering to wake him even though I was freezing and was clearly beginning to have a cold since we fell asleep on the roof that night.

I couldn't help but admire his features while he was sleeping. His jaw line was perfection, nose was adorable and his hair- oh his hair. It was toussled and messy, making him look more cute than ever, actually making him look a bit childish now more than ever. 

Within a few minutes of me watching him, he woke up and noticed my attention drawn towards him. He stretched and said, "People watching again, I see."

I couldn't help but laugh at his remark and just smile dumbly at him. It was like I couldn't respond. I was too happy to respond. His perfect little smile and his clever little remarks make him more and more flawless by the minute. 

And those are just a few of the reasons why I love him.

Yes, I admit it. I love him. He was always so open and honest, hilarious, yet very trustworthy, and he's like no other guy I met. Not even Brendan. And Brendan was the only guy I ever considered being "the one".

Wow. Am I really saying that Marcus might be the one? I'm so confused. I was done thinking when Marcus began to speak. 

"Hey, you wanna go somewhere to get breakfast?"

"Yeah, sure. What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know. Somewhere with fat breakfast items."

"Oh, so a diner?"

"A diner?"

"Don't you have those here..."

"I don't think we do."

"I guess it's an American thing."

"OH," he threw his hands up, "SORRY THAT BRITAIN DOESN'T SATISFY YOUR AMERICAN NEEDS!" 

I started laughing again. He began to laugh too. It's this that makes me happy. To be able to have pointless banters with someone, though it doesn't seem it, it truly means a lot. You really don't have those with everybody, so to be able to have it with somebody is special. 

"But really," he said, still laughing a bit, "let's go get some food. You feel freezing up here. And I'm starving"

"Alright, let's go."

We both stood up, the view still beautiful just like the night before, and walked down the fire escape, through the window, down the stairs, and through the back door exit to Marcus's car, where the day's adventure began.

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"You want some sweats and a t-shirt?" Marcus asked, looking at my outfit from the night before that I was still wearing.

"If you have any, that would be great." 

He was still driving his car, so he directed me that in the back seat there were a few pairs of t-shirts and sweatpants. I grabbed the ones that were the smallest and seemed to fit the most. I swiftly swapped my clothes for Marcus's in his car, casually enough that I wouldn't get strange looks from other drivers on the road.

"That was quite impressive," Marcus said after I threw my hair up into a ponytail to complete my messy look.

"Impressive?"

"Very. To change in a car without a hussle is a great talent to have, you know."

"Well, thanks. I never knew it was such an honor to have that kind of ability."

He smiled and the radio began to play "Somebody I Used to Know" by Gotye.

We sat in the car quietly and listened to the song. He began to sing horribly to it and it was so funny. I joined in near the end of the song when Gotye repetitively said "SOMEBODAAAAAY!"

Marcus and I were singing to that part in hysterics until we were turning, a maniac at the intersection was still going straight, gunning it, going so fast it seemed like he was competing in a NASCAR race even though it was a red light and smashed right into Marcus's car, leaving both Marcus and I speechless, numb and in the nearest hospital. 

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I remember fading in and out, hearing different things, seeing different things, yet saying nothing. I heard the loud, blaring sirens of cop cars and ambulances. I saw stretchers, parametics, and people attempting to ask if I am okay and if I could hear them. But I felt too weak to do anything. I could still feel the impact as the car smashed into Marcus's, feeling a pain I have never felt before. The glass of the car windows breaking, the shards of glass scraping my skin, the car door pushing into me, my head moving forward, yet being forced back by the airbags. I felt all of it.

I heard one thing that stuck out with me though. It wasn't the medics, the cops, the sirens, or the sounds of questioning voices surrounding me. It was Marcus, hearing him shove his way in my direction shouting for me, screaming almost, and pleading for me to wake up. I almost did.

But that was when my body was done, blacking out, feeling nothing.