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Marc tossed in his bed; he could not sleep. He tried everything from counting sheep to banging his head on the wall, but that just made Amara grumble in her sleep.
"Why can't I sleep?" He thought, becoming annoyed by his sleeplessness. He rolled onto his side, looked at Amara then smiled. "She looks so cute when she's asleep..." He broke the train of thought immediately.
What was coming over him lately? Ever since that day at the mall with her and Tabitha, he could not stop thinking about her. She was in his dreams, whether bad or good. He even wrote her name down as an answer for his Biology homework. When she was near him, his heart beat faster and a chill shot up his spine…but it was not a bad chill. It felt good. But when she would leave, he would just feel cold.
He could not explain it, everyday he tried but just couldn't. He had not even thought of the possibility that he liked her. Ever since he arrived at the institute, she felt like a younger sister or a best friend to him. Why did he feel drawn to her now? It was like this feeling that made him want to just wrap his arms around her and kiss her.
She was just so stunning to him in so many ways. But what was it? Her giggle, her smile, her walk, and the way she blushed when he complimented her. Could it have been her beautiful body? Was that was causing all of this? Or was it because of her? The two thought alike, at times, even finishing each other's sentences. Though she had only been in America for a short time, she was so much smarter than he was but she was still trying to grasp the fine art of sarcasm. He was teaching her by applying it to her daily.
This decision was tough. He was not sure if his attraction to Amara was just a creation of his raging teenage hormones or something more. So when his mind drifted to Amara he made himself bring up a mental image of Kitty.
Kitty was his girlfriend: sweet, honest, kind, beautiful, loving. What more could a guy want? He would never do anything to hurt her, especially cheat on her. He honestly loved her, which is what was making this so hard.
He could not stand to break Kitty's heart over uncertainty. He couldn't stand to break it period. They were in love, they were a cute couple, and they were friends. Everything was perfect until he had to go and develop these feeling for Amara.
Marc closed his eyes for a few moments, giving sleeping another try, and then reopened them. He yawned then slid out of bed, quietly so Amara wouldn't wake. He got up and walked up to the mirror on the wall. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked to the left as something caught his eye off to the corner. It was the pictures of that mall trip; he picked them up off her dresser. He looked at them one at a time then he got to the one with Tabby and Amara kissing him.
He smiled as he remembered when they had gotten home Kitty noticed that he had lipstick on both cheeks. He told her some improved story about how it got there. He hit clenched his fists as he became disgusted with himself. He had already started to lie to Kitty for no good reason. Why?
He looked behind him to Amara. There was a little voice in his head, it told him to tell her how he felt. The other voice however, told him to just go back to sleep. He was so confused. He had feelings for two great girls and they for him; he should be incredibly happy. He was not.
Amara sat up in her and blinked a few time to adjust her vision then looked at Marc as he was looking at the pictures. She slid out of her bed, walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and she laughed.
"Don't do that." Marc said, trying to regain his composure.
She giggled then smiled at him; he felt a chill. "Marky Mark, what are you doing up it's like one?"
"Just thinking." He said intentionally trying not to look at her.
Amara moved so that she was facing him. "About what?"
Marc wanted to tell her about everything, right there, right then. He wanted to tell her how he felt, how he felt about Kitty, how he was losing sleep over the two. But could he? "Nothing really."
She sighed then smiled. "I'm not going to leave you alone until you tell me."
"I'm just thinking about how I can help to prevent forest fires." He explained, dryly.
Amara raised an eyebrow. "Why? That's a weird thing to think about this late at night."
Marc rolled his eyes. "Still haven't grasped sarcasm yet, huh?"
"Don't do that, you know it bugs me." She replied with an elbow to his gut. "So really, what are you thinking about?" She ran her hands through his hair and made it stick out every which way.
He felt his heartbeat quicken to her touch. "Really it's nothing…and um…Yeah thanks for doing that by the way." He said looking at his hair in the mirror.
"No problem." teased Amara with a sly grin. "Is it something about the pictures?"
"No…" He replied and set them down but one of them fell to the floor.
"I'll get that." They said simultaneously then laughed.
Marc bent down, picked it off the ground then set them with the rest but accidentally knocked a bottle of perfume off the dresser and it rolled behind her. When she bent over to pick it up Marc could not help but look at her butt; she turned to look at him, still bent over, and saw him staring at her and blushed. He did the same when he realized that he had been caught.
Marc panicked a bit. "Nice design on your PJs."
Amara stood up and set the bottle on the counter. "Umm…there aren't any designs on them."
"Oh…I meant…um…colors." He nodded. "Yep, that's what I meant."
She smirked at him nudged him with her shoulder. "Suuure."
Marc could feel his body heat rising and his heart racing. "Is it hot in here?" He asked to no one in particular.
She shrugged.
Marc turned away from her and walked to the other side of the room then took his shirt off. She felt her legs get wobbly as she saw this, all those hours in the weight room really paid off for him. The thing that caught her eye the most was his six-pack she saw when he turned back to her.
"Sorry Amara, I'll put my shirt back on."
"It's okay your hot and I don't mind looking…." She trailed off as she stared. He shrugged and threw it off to the side of the room. He watched as she was staring at him.
"She something you like?" He asked with a smirk, snapping her out of her trance.
She blushed. "Yeah…wait no...kinda."
"What do you mean Amara?"
"Shut up and kiss me." She said pressing her body to his. Her lips captured his in a kiss.
They moved closer to her bed and she pushed him onto it. He stood back up a gently kissed her neck his hand moving under her shirt and she let out a faint moan. She pushed him back on the bed, straddled his hips then there lips met once more.
Marc ran his hands up and down her back under her shirt. He pulled away and began to pull her shirt off when Kitty walked through the door.
Kitty walked over to him, with Amara in only a bra on his waist and still kissing his neck. "Hey Marc, so when do you want to get married?"
Marc's mouth hung open. Was she blind? How can she not see what was happening? "Wha?"
Kitty bent over and kissed him on the nose. "Silly, I'm not mad just because you have a half naked girl on top of you." She smiled. "I'm cool with it...right Amara?"
Amara sat up and smiled at Kitty then went back to kissing Marc.
Marc had no clue as to what was going on or whether he should be happy or confused. "Umm…I am completely lost?"
"Well maybe you should have studied." Amara said.
"For wh-" But before he could even finish his sentence he was now sitting in a desk at Bayville high. "What the fu-"
"For today's test on fidelity." snapped Kitty who was now dressed like a teacher. "You have ten seconds to and answer all fifty questions begin."
Marc, having no clue what to do, started trying to answer as many as he can when a balled piece of paper hit him in the head. He turned to see Amara whispering at him. "Psst…hey what's the answer to number M?"
Marc's face was that of pure confusion. "I don't-"
Kitty slammed a ruler onto her desk making a loud sound. "Mr. Maseon you fail! Don't you know that there is no talking on tests?"
"I didn't it was her." He pleaded.
Kitty began tapping her foot. "There is no 'her' behind you, Maseon."
"She's right here…" Marc said turning to look behind him. Amara was not there but Bobby was.
Bobby sighed. "Marc, Marc, Marc…haven't you learned not to listen to my dares?" He said and Marc raised an eyebrow. "Remember earlier tonight Beast was watching 20/20 and I found a Jelly Bean under the couch and I told you to eat it and I'd give you a dollar."
Marc nodded.
Bobby shrugged. "That's the cause of all of this."
"Wait…Hank wasn't watching 20/20." Marc stated.
"Really? I could've sworn he was…oh well. I guess we'll just have to send Barbara Walters back."
"What?!"
"Nothing." Bobby said immediately. "Sorry that this hasn't helped you with your dilemma, it actually probably has made it worse. I mean, before you just questioned who you had feelings for…but now you question your sanity also."
Marc scratched the back of his head.
"Now it's time to wake up…I'm Bobby Drake bitch!" He said and slapped Marc.
Marc woke up with Amara slapping him, trying to get him awake for his training. "Wake up."
"Amara I'm awake…please stop hitting me." Marc said and sat up on the corner of his bed.
"Good I've been trying for fifteen minutes." She announced a little angrily.
"Sorry I just am not feeling too hot." Marc said holding his stomach then stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
"What is the lesson here?" He thought. "Never eat an ancient jelly bean just because someone will pay you a dollar for it…and note to self: get revengence on Bobby."
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That was a little weird but it got some things out of the way. There is always a method to madness…
I was wondering…who do you guys think Tabby should go out with in this story? This will help for future chapters, so please let your voice be heard.