A/N: FINALLY!! I have found some time to update my story!! I finished book
five. Wasn't all that bad. I went to Warped Tour. Warped Tour, honestly,
was FUCKING AWESOME!!! I went and saw Simple Plan. Holy shit does that band
ever know how to put on a show!! I loved it!! And I even got to meet the
guys afterwards, which was so fucking awesome in its own right!! CHUCK!!
Hehe! Such a cutie!! Anycrap, enough from me. On with the chapter! (P.S. I
own nothing!)
Daddy Chapter Thirteen
When Marcus didn't show up at breakfast that morning, Oliver began to worry. He didn't want anything bad to happen to Marcus. Oliver started to panic when the Slytherin didn't show up for Charms.
'What if something horrible happened to him? What if he's . . . dead?' Oliver gasped at the thought. He was on the verge of tears when he saw Marcus walk through the doorway towards Professor Flitwick to explain his absence. Professor Flitwick nodded and motioned towards the empty seat next to Oliver. When Professor Flitwick looked away from Marcus to scold a student, Marcus made eye contact with Oliver, making the boy grin happily and blush at the same time. Oliver looked down at his desk as Marcus took a seat in the empty space next to him.
"Hey." Marcus greeted Oliver in a whisper, "How are you?"
"I'm good. Where were you this morning? I was worried." Oliver whispered in reply. Marcus grabbed Oliver's hand under the table and squeezed it as Professor Flitwick began to explain that night's homework assignment.
*~*~*~*~*~*
As Marcus and Oliver spent more and more time together, people became more and more curious as to why. After all, the two boys were supposed to be enemies. Students would point and whisper when they saw then walking down the hall together, or sitting together in class. Nobody would ever be able to understand what Marcus and Oliver had.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Rain pounded against the window as Marcus rolled over in bed to stare at the top of his four-poster canopy bed. More than a few times, he let his thoughts drift off towards the topic of Oliver Wood and the night that they had spent together not too long ago.
'I wonder what Oliver's doing right now." Marcus wondered as he rolled over onto his side so that he could open the drawer of his bedside table. As quietly as possible, Marcus opened the drawer, and reached in for some matches. Instead of matches, Marcus' fingers touched on something prickly. Carefully, he groped around until he found the matches. He quickly lit the candle on his bedside table, and looked in the drawer. A single red rose rested on a piece of paper that read his name. He reached in and carefully lifted out the rose and the paper. Holding the paper closer to the candle, he unfolded the paper and read what it said.
Marcus,
I was thinking about what you said to me the other night - about how you loved me and everything. I didn't know how you felt about my reply. I'm not very good with words, so I thought that I would write this to tell you that I've never felt this way about anyone before. Ever. I love you more than anything else in this world and I never want to lose you. To do so would break my heart forever. See you tomorrow.
Love,
Oliver
Reading Oliver's note brought tears to Marcus' eyes. He never thought that anyone could love him the way that Oliver said that he did. Marcus leaned over and reached under his bed, and produced a long, thin wooden box. He opened the lid and placed the rose and letter inside before closing it again. Marcus rolled onto his back and smiled. This was the happiest that he had ever been. Just then, Terrence eased the door open, and stepped into the room.
"Oh! Hi! I didn't know that you were still awake." Terrence greeted Marcus as he walked over towards his bed.
"Hey." Marcus whispered in reply.
"Did you get Oliver's rose and letter?" Terrence asked.
"Yeah," Marcus replied, "How'd they get there?"
"He asked me to put them somewhere that you would find them easily." He replied.
"Thanks." Marcus replied, nodding his head.
"No problem." Terrence whispered as he crawled into bed. Marcus closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
A/N: There you go! I hope that wasn't too painful to read!! I demand that everyone goes and sees Simple Plan at least ONCE in their lifetime!! Those guys REALLY know how to put on a show! I can't wait until tomorrow! I'm going to get my hair bleached and dyed a color, but I'm not sure what color yet. Blah. I'll decided when I get there, I guess. Anycrap, PLEASE R/R!!!
Daddy Chapter Thirteen
When Marcus didn't show up at breakfast that morning, Oliver began to worry. He didn't want anything bad to happen to Marcus. Oliver started to panic when the Slytherin didn't show up for Charms.
'What if something horrible happened to him? What if he's . . . dead?' Oliver gasped at the thought. He was on the verge of tears when he saw Marcus walk through the doorway towards Professor Flitwick to explain his absence. Professor Flitwick nodded and motioned towards the empty seat next to Oliver. When Professor Flitwick looked away from Marcus to scold a student, Marcus made eye contact with Oliver, making the boy grin happily and blush at the same time. Oliver looked down at his desk as Marcus took a seat in the empty space next to him.
"Hey." Marcus greeted Oliver in a whisper, "How are you?"
"I'm good. Where were you this morning? I was worried." Oliver whispered in reply. Marcus grabbed Oliver's hand under the table and squeezed it as Professor Flitwick began to explain that night's homework assignment.
*~*~*~*~*~*
As Marcus and Oliver spent more and more time together, people became more and more curious as to why. After all, the two boys were supposed to be enemies. Students would point and whisper when they saw then walking down the hall together, or sitting together in class. Nobody would ever be able to understand what Marcus and Oliver had.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Rain pounded against the window as Marcus rolled over in bed to stare at the top of his four-poster canopy bed. More than a few times, he let his thoughts drift off towards the topic of Oliver Wood and the night that they had spent together not too long ago.
'I wonder what Oliver's doing right now." Marcus wondered as he rolled over onto his side so that he could open the drawer of his bedside table. As quietly as possible, Marcus opened the drawer, and reached in for some matches. Instead of matches, Marcus' fingers touched on something prickly. Carefully, he groped around until he found the matches. He quickly lit the candle on his bedside table, and looked in the drawer. A single red rose rested on a piece of paper that read his name. He reached in and carefully lifted out the rose and the paper. Holding the paper closer to the candle, he unfolded the paper and read what it said.
Marcus,
I was thinking about what you said to me the other night - about how you loved me and everything. I didn't know how you felt about my reply. I'm not very good with words, so I thought that I would write this to tell you that I've never felt this way about anyone before. Ever. I love you more than anything else in this world and I never want to lose you. To do so would break my heart forever. See you tomorrow.
Love,
Oliver
Reading Oliver's note brought tears to Marcus' eyes. He never thought that anyone could love him the way that Oliver said that he did. Marcus leaned over and reached under his bed, and produced a long, thin wooden box. He opened the lid and placed the rose and letter inside before closing it again. Marcus rolled onto his back and smiled. This was the happiest that he had ever been. Just then, Terrence eased the door open, and stepped into the room.
"Oh! Hi! I didn't know that you were still awake." Terrence greeted Marcus as he walked over towards his bed.
"Hey." Marcus whispered in reply.
"Did you get Oliver's rose and letter?" Terrence asked.
"Yeah," Marcus replied, "How'd they get there?"
"He asked me to put them somewhere that you would find them easily." He replied.
"Thanks." Marcus replied, nodding his head.
"No problem." Terrence whispered as he crawled into bed. Marcus closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
A/N: There you go! I hope that wasn't too painful to read!! I demand that everyone goes and sees Simple Plan at least ONCE in their lifetime!! Those guys REALLY know how to put on a show! I can't wait until tomorrow! I'm going to get my hair bleached and dyed a color, but I'm not sure what color yet. Blah. I'll decided when I get there, I guess. Anycrap, PLEASE R/R!!!