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"Celine, don't go too far out into the water!" Celine heard Marc shout from behind her. She giggled since he sounded like a worried mother, or in this case, a worried friend. "Don't worry, I'm a strong swimmer, I'll be fine!" She shouts back at him from the sandy shore as he holds an also worried Nathaniel's hand.
It had been a month since Celine met the boys she was now very close with. She became friends with almost everyone in her class except for Sabrina, Lila, and Kim. Sabrina always gave her the cold shoulder when she would attempt to converse with her for some strange reason, she didn't like Kim since he would tease her and her friends, and she didn't exactly want to be around Lila.
Marc and Nathaniel were the reason why she didn't want to hang around the Italian girl. They said nasty things about her, saying she was a b*tch, a compulsive liar, and a homophobe.
Celine did not want to be friends with such a girl, so she just stayed away from her. Even though she would try to befriend the Gomez-Agreste girl by telling her about her non-existent achievements and travels, she'd just brush her off and go straight to Marc and Nathaniel.
Her relationship with Adrien still hadn't changed. Even though she'd put in the effort, Adrien just flat-out hated her and didn't want anything to do with her. She still didn't tell her friends that she and the emerald-eyed boy were related, mostly because she didn't want him to despise her more than he already did.
Her relationship with Gabriel on the other hand was going pretty smoothly; things were no longer awkward between them and they would spend time together (without Adrien because he didn't want to spend time with his father if she was there). Gabriel even took her out to dinner occasionally. She still didn't call him dad, but it was a work in progress for both of them.
Marc and Nathaniel gazed fondly at their darling as she plucked tiny colorful shells and pretty stones from the ocean and lightly placed them in her basket. Over the weeks, their feelings for her had grown immensely strong. They were so affectionate with her that everyone at Françoise Dupont High School found it strange they were paying so much attention to her.
"She's such an innocent angel, Nate," Marc expressed lovingly. "Can you believe it's been a month since we met her?"
Nathaniel hums in response, nodding.
"She's the one for us, I know she is. We need her in our relationship. We have to tell her that we love her." Marc went on.
Nathaniel frowns slightly. "I don't know, Marc. I don't want her to reject us and think we're weird. Don't you think it's too soon?"
Marc slips his hands around his boyfriend's arm. "It's been long enough, what more time do we need?" He glances over at the girl he desperately wanted. "I'm sure she'll return the feelings, you see how she looks at us. Back at Chris's pool party last month, she started feeling something, I just know it."
Nathaniel sighs. "Marc..."
"You know what? Forget it." Marc pouts, letting Nathaniel's arm go and crossing his own. "I guess we'll just wait until Chris snatches her up and then we'll have no chance."
"You know that won't happen, Celine doesn't feel anything for Chris," Nathaniel was quick to protest.
"Oh yeah? He's not giving up though," Marc scowls. "It's f*cking irritating. Why can't he see that Celine is ours?"
"Marc, she's not an object," Nathaniel told him.
"I know," Marc retorts.
After that, there was a tense silence when they returned back to watching their darling.
Nathaniel closes his eyes, breathing off audibly. "Marc, baby," He tenderly grabs his boyfriend by his arm, pulling him into his body. "I don't want us to be mad at each other. I'm sorry, okay?" He strokes his soft black hair.
"I'm sorry too," Marc looks up at him with a pout. "I didn't mean to sound mad at you. I just want us to tell Celine our feelings already."
"I know Marc, and we will soon. Let's just continue charming Celine so we can know if she really loves us back." Nathaniel advises.
"Okay," Marc responds quietly.
The two then shared a sweet kiss before returning their attention back to their darling in each other's arms.
Celine smiled after she found a sand dollar in the ocean. She turned to Marc and Nathaniel, holding the sand dollar in the air, and running towards them. "Marc! Nate! I found a sand dollar!"
The bisexual couple grinned at her pure happiness about her achievement, until their faces twisted into horror when Celine tripped on a rock and fell to the sandy floor, crying out as she did.
"CELINE!!" They immediately rushed to her.
Tears stung the French-Venezuelan girl's eyes as she whimpered, holding her bleeding left leg that had a long cut on it. Her basket was beside her, turned on its side, the sea stones and shells spilling out of it.
"Celine!" Nathaniel crouches down to her.
"Oh, you're bleeding," Marc's eyes widened while he crouched down at her other side.
"B-Boys, it's fine, it's just a small cut," Celine tries to assure them, wincing at the pricking pain from the minor wound.
"That's not a small cut, Seashell," Nathaniel tells her, eyeing the long cut oozing blood.
"Celine, you shouldn't have ran, you damaged your perfect skin!" Marc scolds her.
This makes the girl feel guilty because he was right. If she didn't run, she wouldn't have tripped and hurt herself.
"Marc," Nathaniel calls his boyfriend's name in a warning tone.
"I'm sorry," Celine apologizes quietly, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Marc sighs. "No, I'm sorry, Pearl, I shouldn't have reacted that way. I'm sorry," He delicately tucks her hair behind her ear.
Celine blushes at his touch. "I-It's okay."
"C'mon," Nathaniel lifts her up bridal style, flustering her even more. "I'll take you back to my house to get you patched up."
"Thank you," Celine told him shyly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her. She took the opportunity to lean on his chest, inhaling his scent. He smelled like strawberries and peaches, surprisingly, but she wasn't complaining, his scent was amazing.
Celine found herself growing tired while Nathaniel carried her, and Marc noticed her droopy eyes.
"You getting sleepy, Pearl?"
"M-hm," Celine nods at his words, blinking slowly.
Marc gave her a smile. "Get some rest, okay? We'll wake you up."
"Kay," Celine responds faintly, snuggling into Nathaniel's chest, closing her eyes.
And just like that, she fell asleep.
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(Sukura41: Celine's outfit.)