"(Y/N), can you at least try to be nice to Marc today?" My brother, Sidney, asks me.
"I can try." I roll my eyes. "But don't expect me not to say something if he starts on me again."
Marc and I never truly got along well. He's been one of Sidney's best friends for the longest time, but I could never let that be a reason to just let him get away with the constant teasing. He annoyed me so much sometimes...
"Oh come on, (Y/N)." Sidney says. "We both know you guys just tease each other because you love one another." He says sarcastically.
Me? Love Marc?
And Marc—Love me?
I take a moment to think about it. I couldn't love him. I mean, could I? That would explain my constant arguments with him. No, I couldn't love him. I don't love him—I don't.
"Hey, Sid!" A voice breaks me from my thoughts, and my heart beats faster when I see who it is.
Marc is standing in the same room as me. Why is this such a big deal? Why am I being so weird? And why is my heart pounding out of my chest?
They continue a conversation about something, and Marc begins to tease me, even though I haven't said a single word to him. Although I want to yell at him for making fun of me, I restrain myself from my usual comments.
The day passes by slowly, and I catch myself catching quick glances at him. Why do I keep looking at him? Ugh.
Sidney excuses himself for some reason, and he leaves the room with only Marc and I left in it. I pull out my phone and hope he doesn't say anything to me.
"You've been surprisingly quiet today." And with that, my hopes have been brutally shattered. Of course he has to talk to me.
"And you've been non-surprisingly obnoxious today." I snap.
He walks over and sits next to me on the couch, gently pushing my legs off the other end so he can sit.
"Why do you always yell at me?" He asks, and I almost feel bad for him. There's a sting of hurt in his eyes...
"I don't always yell at you." I look down at my lap, twiddling with my thumbs.
"Yes, you do."
"Why do you always make insulting comments towards me?" Now it's me that has the twinge of hurt.
He laughs slightly, "(Y/N), you know I'm just teasing you." He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. "You know that, right?"
My face says that I'm disgusted, but my heart yearns for more from him. "It's hard to tell when you're joking and when you're not when you do it constantly."
"Hey," His finger moves my chin towards him and our lips are only centimeters apart. "You're gorgeous. Why would I ever be serious about the things I've said to you?" I can practically feel his lips against mine.
The tension is driving both of us crazy, but I won't give in. If he wants to make a move, he can.
I look up into his eyes and realize that I have never looked at him in this way before. He means a lot to me now that I know he hasn't actually meant all those mean comments that he has said to me in the past.
"I only snap back at you because of what you say to me. I thought you were being serious."
"No." He says, shaking his head. "I would never say those words to you. No one should ever say those words to you. I'm sorry for making you feel that way."
I smile. "I forgive you."
"Is it just me, or are we actually getting along for once?" He says, laughing.
"I think it's just y—" Before I can finish my sentence, his lips crash onto mine. He kisses me and I can't help but move my lips along with his.
A few moments pass before Sidney enters the room.
"It's about time!"
