Cami's POV

I know Marcel is upset. I understand. But it's hard for me too. It's hard to have a boyfriend whose emotions can change so easily. I always have to be careful... He's still finding himself and it must be hard for him. He's slowly changing for the better, I think. He's just having a hard time.

I love him though. But it's tough...

He's mad at me, I know it. I was mad earlier, but now I'm more sad than anything. I didn't do anything but try to help...

I pick up his sweatshirt that's on my floor and hug it close to me. It still smells like him. I slip it on and sit down on my bed. I hug my knees in tightly and turn on some music. Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab comes on.

A/N: I recommend playing this while reading this chapter. The lyrics describe what Cami will say the next few sentences. :)

“Don't you know you're everything I have,” I whisper.

I'm Marcel's angel. I'm fighting for him. He's fighting for himself too. We're a team...

We can't be a team if we're mad at eachother.

I don't even know why we're mad at eachother actually. He got so upset over Louis, and then the car ride. It was pointless. He shouldn't be mad at me. I shouldn't be mad at him.

I pick up my phone and hesitate to call Marcel. Before I can dial in his number, he starts calling me.

“Come outside,” he says when I pick up the phone.

I don't say anything. I wipe at the tear that's on my cheek.

“Cami, please,” he says.

“Fine,” I mutter, “Don't expect me to look good.”

“You always look great.”

Why does he have to be so charming? He doesn't even try, but he always says the right thing.

I hang up and slowly walk outside. It's dark out, I can barely see anything. I can see Marcel under a street light, it's illuminating his face a pale yellow.

“Hi,” he says softly.

“Hey,” I say, looking down at the ground.

He lifts up my chin so I'm looking at him, “I'm sorry. I was stupid and upset. I shouldn't have taken it out on you.”

He makes it so hard to be mad. His sad eyes and small smirk. He's wearing a beanie and a red flannel. His eyes are greener than earlier. He's happier now, I can tell. He looks so good...

Focus, Cami.

I shrug, “I'm suffering too, Marcel. I have feelings too.”

“I know... I wasn't thinking. I was a jerk earlier. I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault. You've had to deal with... all this... And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm a horrible boyfriend...”

“You're not that bad,” I whisper, trying not to smile.

He pulls out a single pink rose from behind his back and smiles.

Now it's impossible to hold a grudge.

“Is this for me?” I ask, smiling a little.

“Who else would it be for? You're the only person that has my heart.”

I take the rose and smile wider.

“I could never stay mad at you,” I tell him.

“Good. I'd miss you too much,” He grabs my hand, “Let's go for a walk.”

I look back at my house, “You've taken me out three times this late already. A fourth won't make a difference.”

He giggles as we begin walking, “You didn't expect me to be such a bad boy, did you?”

“Oh yeah, because being out past curfew is so bad,” I say sarcastically.

He laughs lightly, his dimple showing. He's so cute.

To be honest, I've never really focused on Marcel's looks that much. When I first met him, I liked him for his personality. He was so sweet and shy. But now, he's gotten so good looking. He was cute before, but now he's quite attractive. I've noticed the shocked looks on people's faces when they see Marcel's new, curly hairstyle. Or when his sleeve rises and a tattoo shows, I see people stare in amazement.

He's not what everyone thought he was.

And I was the first one to see the true him...

I like to think that makes me special to him. I guess I am...

“So I was thinking,” he says, “We haven't done anything just us for awhile and your birthday is coming up. Do you want to go out on Friday after work?”

I nod, “I'd love that. Where to?”

“A surprise. I have another surprise for you too.”

“Really? What is it?”

“I talked to Louis today...”

“You did?! When?! Where?! Marcel!”

“Calm down! I went to the lake...”

“You did?”

“That's not the point. So I'm sitting there and Louis pops up out of nowhere. It was strange. And I was, uh, upset.”

“You were still upset? Are you okay now?”

“I'm fine, I promise. And he asked me if I was okay... And we sat and talked for awhile. He's a really nice guy now that I know him.”

I smile, “Really? That's great!”

“Yeah... He was forced into bullying me...”

“I know...”

“What?” he asks, looking over at me.

Crap. I didn't mean to tell him that.

“Well....” I say.

“Cami, what'd you do?”

“I may have called Louis.”

“You what?”

“I asked if he remembered bullying you,” I tell him.

“So you know the story?”

“Yeah... I told him you'd probably be at the lake... Please don't be mad,” I start talking faster, “I hate it when you're not happy. You deserve to be happy all the time. You should never be sad because you're such a great person and you're amazing and I was just worried about you and I'm sorry if you're mad at me for asking and I'm glad everything's better now and-”

He suddenly kisses me in the middle of the street. It's the best kiss I've ever had. The stars are shining above us and the moon is lighting up the street. I break away and look up to see Marcel the Star. He's always there. Every night. I smile and go back to the kiss. I drop the rose at some point, but that's okay. He has his hands on the sides of my face and mine are around his neck.

We're perfectly connected.

It's perfect.

He's perfect.

We're perfect.

He stops and takes a deep breath and looks down at me. Those kind eyes. That sweet smile. That innocent face.

“I love you,” he says, almost out of breath, “I love you and you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I couldn't ask for a better best friend or girlfriend. I want you forever, Cam. I'll never stay mad at you, that's impossible. Yeah, we've had rough patches, but we always come back to eachother. I'm so thankful you're in my life, I don't know what I'd do without you. Thank you for talking to Louis. Thank you for everything,” he pauses for a second and grabs both my hands, “Thank you for being my friend.”

Here's some more love, a lot of you guys requested that. Sooo... I was reading comments. Which do you like better for a ship name, Camcel or Marci? Comment what you think!! And a lot of you asked about my thoughts on Larry. I do ship Larry, but whatever makes them happy, I'm fine with that. I don't hate Elounor either. :)

And I start school soon, so updates will be less frequent. Sorry! But school comes first. As always, thank you for reading.

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