GEtting back to her feet megan brushed the dust off her clothing and her eyes fell on Marco. she had spent the last 24 hours or so with him but it was a clone and somehow she felt that wave of awkwardness again. He didn't want to go back and she wouldn't send him back to a place where he could get killed for running off. Though her parents would be angry if she used her powers for personal wishes she moved over to the tree.
tapping on the drawn door she grabbed the duffel bag and pulled the door open. "I left enough money to run the village for a month. Any more than that and they will be a target for robbery." Megan spoke as she looked at the portal and smiled at Marco. "Paris is waiting." With that she stepped through the portal and came out standing under the eiffel tower. Looking up at the big structure she took in the scents around her.
She could literally smell pastry shops nearby and the cooler climate was a welcome change from rugged africa. When Marco stepped through she approached a stranger asking about a place to exchange currency. Luckily one of them was only a block or so away. "Lets uh go get some money for clothes and a hotel." It hit her then that she had never really spent a night in a hotel alone.
Much less with a man so the idea was a bit foreign to her. Making it to the exchange she took a stack of cash and was handed a considerable amount more back that she put into the bag. Meeting Marco outside she noticed a hotel across the road. Truthfully she was tired and needed to actually sleep for a while. Taking his hand she headed across the street and stright into the building.
It was a pretty fancy place and she didnt really understand the women to well so she just took one of the rooms she offered. Getting the key she took the elevator up with marco and stepped into the room. Apparently it was a honeymoon suite and she stared at the large king size bed. There was a bottle of wine sitting in a bucket of ice with wine glasses.
"I'm gonna take shower..." She spoke as she put the duffel bag into the closet and headed into the bathroom. Leaving the door cracked a bit she started to pull off the dusty clothing. Her reflection could be seen in the mirror through the crack before she stepped under the hot water.
Paris was a breathe of fresh air. Marco stepped through the portal and surprisingly they were not seen. You would think the base of the eiffle tower would have some people looking at it, but it was dark enough that no one noticed the portal open up. Everyone was too busy looking at the tip of the tower and taking pictures. Marco looked around and saw the literal shift in plains. It was still weird to him. Everytime he grabbed a door handle he would tense up just a little bit from here on out wondering what could be on the other side.
Her ability was so amazing and unique that he found himself staring at her just in sheer awe of her. He had no idea what he was doing. He gave up his entire life for a stranger. He was running on whims and gut reactions and his gut was screaming at him to kiss her. Here they stood at the base of the eiffle tower. What bigger moment could you be waiting for. The moment passed quickly. She was off exchanging money and looking for hotels, bounding down the Paris streets without a care in the world. He wished he could be that way. So out of his head. So free in the moment.
He didn't realize the internal debate she was suffering with every choice she had made thusfar. Marco tried is best to keep up as they headed across the street to the hotel. He didn't care about the money, not anymore. He didn't care about it to begin with other than the fact that it was Lulu's and fear drove him to be a bit of a dick about it. He wasn't proud of that part of him and he supposed he was more cowardly than most. Certainly more than most of the fools. He was a criminal like the rest of them but he lacked that hard as nails quality that made him a force to be recokoned with.
He looked around the room taking in all the amazing details. He looked at the massive bed and stared dumbly at it. His shoulder's slouched as he realized they were going to be sleeping together. He swallowed hard. Marco was no Buster or William. He didn't have the ladies hanging off him in throngs. He only had his simple sweetness and generally decent nature and minor bad boy appeal. Still, how long had it been? He couldn't remember the last time he had been with agirl. There was the time he was at Mouse's studio and Mouse gifted him a porn start named Anna Baramma but Marco mostly went back in the bedroom and listened to her talk about her two kids.
He later lied and said the were up all night, but that was just a facade to keep the tough guy image that he could finally let go. The mask had slipped and with it came relief. He wondered what kind of man he was. He wasn't sure. He looked from the bed when he heard Megan say something and he watched her walk into the bathroom. He went to follow her but he saw her undressing in the mirror. His gut wanted him to look. In fact he looked for a moment but then he quickly turned away.
Instead he went over to the balcony and opened the beautiful double doors and stepped out to scenic paris night. The city below twinkled like stars and his breath was frosty on the air. Marco ran his hand through his hair and reached inside his pants pocket desperate for a cigarette. He lit one up with shaky hands. Like a junkie chasing a hot spoon. His nerves were on the fray. This was an important moment and he didn't want to show it but he was nervous, probably more nervous than even she.
Last Edit: Jun 6, 2018 21:04:33 GMT by Marco Pierro
Stepping under the flow of the hot water she closed her eyes as it splashed on her face. Honestly she didn't really know what the next move after this was. Her parents were in Texas blowing up her phone that she had turned off before she pulled Marco back from detroit. At this point she wasnt even sure what to say to them except that she was trying to change someone.
It felt like the right thing to do but all they would hear was the fact that she was alone with some criminal. That brought her back to the fact that she was indeed alone in a hotel room with a guy that was sure to have more experience with women than she had ever gotten with a man. The only kiss she had in her life was when she was like 8 and her dad lectured her for 3 hours.
Stepping out of the shower she turned the water off and toweled her hair out. Grabbing one of the fluffy robes they had hanging she pulled the fabric over her form and stepped back into the room. Grabbing the food menu for room service her eyes fell on marco on the balcony. What kinda food did he like? Reading the menu she found a pizza selection and she called ordering 3 different ones.
Everyone liked pizza right? Gripping the robe she looked into the fridge and pulled out a can of soda that was outrageously priced. Grabbing a second one she slid open the balcony door. "I ordered some food from room service." Her voice was soft as she offered him one of the cans and popped the other open. Stepping towards the rail the city was lighting up for the night.
It was a view she had only ever seen in pictures and the pictures just didn't do it justice. "You like pizza right?" Her blue eyes glanced over at him before she looked back over the city view. "I never thought the view her would be so beautiful." Megan spoke not so much to marco as to just the general night. "Are you sure you want to be here? I know i probably uprooted your life.." In reality she was talking just as much about herself as him. How was she supposed to go home now?
"I ordered some food from room service." Her voice was soft, it didn't mean it didn't startle him. Marco jumped at the sound of her voice. His eyes surprised as if he hadn't even expected her to be standing there. "Oh." He said. There was hesitatinon in his voice. They were high up above the city of Paris. The world was at their fingertips and the city lights shined beneath them like a sea of sparkly diamonds. Marco smirked as she handed him the pop. "Thanks." He said laughing nervously a little and exhaling a cloud of smoke as the words came out of his mouth. Her voice sent chills down his spine.
Here they were, in the most romantic city in the world, atop of the 15th floor with the view of a lifetime, and he couldn't even make eye contact. He felt much braver when he was thousands of miles away, just a copy of himself. It was much less risky. As if the copy were somehow less likely to be hurt by her rejection. He didn't hear rejection in her voice. Mostly he heard the same nervous tones that slipped through his lips. Marco looked over the railing at the lighted pool below. He handed off his cigarette without even looking up at her. Just held it out assuming she'd want a hit. "Ah, shante theese ess ol parrie."
He spoke in a fake french accent. Turning on his heels he was much cuter with a smile on his face. The dancing lights behind him somehow made his eyes pop and sparkle. Like they were just another twinkly light. Maco knew a little french. Enough to get by anyways. He wans't planning on living here the rest of his life. Was he? His face grew serious. He realized he didn't know what her plans were. Just up and run away together to Paris. That stuffs for the movies.
It doesn't really happen. He stopped smiling when her face seemed worried. His brow furrowed at her question. Did he want to be here? Paris? Sure why not but why now? What changed him so drastically that he finally threw away the fools in his life that were keeping him down. Holding him back. Marco had been . Holding him back. Marco had been locked up twice. One of which his dumb ass copy got caught robbing a bank. But was he ever really desperate for cash? The fools kept him in liquor and booze and woman and fancy cars but that wasn't him. Marco wans't that kind of flashy asshole with a taste for the expensive. Truthfully he was into comicbooks. It was something he would never outright admit, but he found them awesome.
He took his cigarette back and took a puff. Holding the cigarette like a joint and pinching it between his index and thumb. The ember went sailing over the railing. All the way down; into the lighted pool. "Yeah why wouldn't I want to be?" He asked. As if it was some head scratcher of a question. "What life? I hurt people." HIs voice rose defensively. He beat his chest with his fingers inwardly against his scrawny chest as he said it. "Look at me. I'm not a good person Megan. I've stole. I've lied. I've done all kinds of fucked up shit to survive, because i had too. Shit I'm not proud of.
My whole life I've done what everyone else wanted me to do. Been what they thought I should be. I've been kicked around and put down and called a waste of life! Being in the Fools....." He looked down and away from her. "I thought I was part of something bigger, a family. But it's not worth feeling sick to my stomach everytime something goes wrong. Not wanting to answer your phone because you're afraid to hear one of your friends is dead. Shit's not worth it."
Just then there was a knock at the door. "Room service." Marco had been clsoe to tears, but he wiped at his eyes and sucked his lips inward. His mouth formed a straight line across his face. "Come in." He said turned his back to the door. He didn't like looking weak in front of strangers. And yet, Megan was pratically a stranger so why was he spilling his guts. "A bone apetit. I am just a button press away should you need anything at all." Marco sniffled a bit and looked down at the pool. "Thanks." The door closed and he didn't have the courage to look her in the face again. Marco's voice was soft now. "Megan, this is my chance to figure out who I am." He turned to face her. "You gave me that chance. I don't gotta be that guy anymore."
Marco licked at his lips as he spoke."Girls like you don't falls for guys like me." His voice was factual. As if he was snuffing out his own chances before they even had a CHANCE. Marco leaned over the rail on his arms and just stared out over the city lights and the sparkling water of the pool. "I'm trying to say thanks." The old Marco, the Marco of the fools might try and do something stupid. Something reckless. Like jumping from the balcony to hit the pool, to impress her, but that immature side of his life was passed him now. He wanted to change.
Not just because of Megan, but because this was his chance to find out if he could be that guy. The kind of guy that a girl like her falls for. His tongue weighed a thousand pounds. His hands were clamy and his feet refused to obey him while in his mind he screamed turn around and just kiss her. Take a chance. Live for the risk and the gamble. That's what his whole club was about Risk and Gamble. Well, former club. Marco moved past her into the room. He grabbed the cart and pushed it out onto the balcony. "Feel like eating under the stars?" He asked laughing a little. That shaky voice was back.
He wasn't saying and doing all the right things on the off chance that she might sleep with him. He honstly just wanted the chance to show her he wasn't a piece of shit. Even if he wasn't so sure in his own mind. Marco cracked open the pop and plopped in one of the balcony chairs. He was all smiles now. That moody self explaination shit aside he WAS in a good mood. THEY WERE IN FUCKING PARIS! HOW COULD YOU NOT BE A GOOD MOOD.
"Sooooo, anyways changing the subject here, what's a girl like you get into for fun?" He didn't mean for his question to sound so judgy, but it just kind of came out that way. He leaned back and smiled at her as he opened the lid of the box and grabbed a slice of pizza. Marco ate it crust first. Just like he always did.
Last Edit: Jun 7, 2018 1:04:15 GMT by Marco Pierro
Megan sat and listened to his little rant about how he wasn't a good person and he was right. He made mistakes and he fell into the devils path to hell but everyone is born into sin. Her blue eyes just stared at him and she said nothing until she let her attention turn to the room service arriving. Heading inside she grabbed some money and gave the guy a tip but honestly she wasn't even hungry at his point. When she stepped back onto the patio and he spoke about her giving him a chance to change. [break][break]
"I didn't give you the chance, God opened up the door and brought you through it. You just gotta have faith he knows whats best for you." She didn't have a judgmental tone or anything and she frowned a bit him assuming she wouldn't fall for somebody like him. Like he was the only one who just left their life and ran off to Paris on a whim. She already knew her parents were going to be unhappy and she didn't want to face them.[break][break]
Truth was she had already started to fall for him when she drug his copy to Africa with her. There was something in her that was drawn to him and not because he was some criminal bad boy but there was good somewhere under that self doubt. She watched him roll the cart out and she sat in the seat next to him before grabbing a slice of pizza. The subject in conversation was being changed and his question was a bit judgmental. [break][break]
"Well I reckon I spend my days praying to Jesus and carving crosses out of wood for elderly people." Her blue eyes darted over to him and her voice dripped with a bit of sarcasm that was rare for her basic temperament. Taking a bite with a smile on her face she swallowed it quickly and looked over at him. [break][break]
"I dont really get much chance for fun when my parents have me out feeding starving children every other week. I do like to go paint balling and I love hunting. I mean im from the south so a lot of gun activities because Murcia." Laughing a bit she took another bite of the pizza and looked out at the skyline of Paris. The city was lit up and she leaned back against the seat as her head leaned on his shoulder. The feeling was foreign but it was kinda nice having a little closeness. "What about you? I bet you could have all sorts of fun making copies of yourself. Best day ever probably."
March didn't know what to say for a moment. He watched her carefully at first believing that's what she truly did for fun. For a girl who went running around Africa feeding homeless children he wouldn't exactly put it past her. When he saw the playful tug of a smile on her lips he laughed.
He breathed a sigh of relief too. He knew the preachers daughter could be hot, but he wasn't about to put on a purity ring. He wanted a little closeness. He felt close. He reached out and squeezed her hand lightly at the thought. Letting their hands fall away he laughed. "So we're not running away to Vegas next then huh?" His tone was too sarcastic but he didn't think it was hurtful. He felt a weight off his shoulders.
He had opened up about his past and who he was as a person and she wasn't turning away. She didn't look at him with disdain or distrust and she still wanted to share a slice with him. He took a slice of pizza himself. "You close with your folks?" He asked quietly munching on the dough covered in sauce.
Marco didn't know much about family that didn't come from a leather jacket clad logo. He didn't know what it was like to have people who cared about you in that deep of a way. He had his brothers, but that trust was broken. He couldn't go back there again. Not ever. Marco looked at her soft beauty.
it was dark on the balcony though the light from the room cast half it's luminescence on her face. She was so beautiful. He wanted to reach over and kiss her. To be bold like Buster or take what he wanted like Kenny.
But he wasn't those guys. He was never those guys, That's why it felt so good to be free of that burden. The only family that ever cared for him was the one that weighed down his heart in the worst of ways. Marco really wasn't a bad guy. He reached up with his thumb and wiped a bit of sauce away from Megan's lip. Taking a sip from his pop he took another bite of pizza and enjoyed her company.
Megan sat and enjoyed her pizza as she stared at the skyline but feeling the grip on her hand she blushed a bit. When he mention vegas she turned her gaze away from him to blush even more and eat her pizza to distract her. Suddenly the topic was changed to her family and she felt a bit of a knot in her stomach. Honestly she didnt even know what to say to her parents about her idea to run away with some stranger. "Yeah I love my parents. They raised me in the church and have supported me since my power showed itself. Honestly i'm not sure I would be able to control it with all their help and support."[break][break]
It was the truth and it was also a cause of pain in her heart because she knew they would lecture her for being selfish. This was the first time she had used her power for something not in the church. they would never approve of Marco and say he was the devil trying to tempt her into sin. If only they could see the good in the man she pulled out of that life. Glancing back over at Marco she felt his thumb wipe sauce away from her lips and she blinked a few times. Quickly she scarfed down the rest of her pizza and stood up.[break][break]
"Im a bit chilly and tired so im gonna go inside." Quickly she dismissed herself and she found herself in the bed under the blankets slipped out of the bathrobe. When he finally did come inside he headed for the bathroom and she could see him from a reflection of a mirror on the wall by the door. Clothing started to come off and her eyes moved over skin clad in tattoos and lines of muscle. When more clothing came off and he was clearly naked she stared for a moment before quickly turning her gaze away. Turning on the tv she flipped through the channels to watch anything but what was going on in that bathroom. [break][break]
Her heart was racing and she was in over her head when if came to something like this. She had never been allowed to be alone in a room with any boy so this was a new feeling.The tv played in the back ground and she found herself thinking more about muscled skin and the warmth she felt next to him. "Oh boy.." She whispered quietly as she tried to keep her focus on pure thoughts. Something not of sin and on the path to hell.
After awhile she excused herself. Marco found himself alone on the balcony. He sat there a moment longer and watched the twinkling lights of the city of Paris. With a heavy sigh he stood up and headed inside. He stared at her slipping her slender form under the sheets.
He licked at his lips a moment. His mind instantly went to what she looked like under the covers. He sighed and scratched at the back of his neck. "Gonna grab a shower." He said quietly. Slipping off his shirt before he was even in the bathroom he tossed it on the floor outside the bathroom door.
Marco closed the door slightly behind him, but not all the way. He stood in front of the mirror for a moment staring at the man he had become and comparing it to the man he had always been. It wasn't long before the warm sprays of the shower were trickling down his bare body.
He allowed the water to rain off of him. He turned under the warm spray and pressed his back against the wall. His eyes flicked to the bedroom door and he knew that just on the other side was something he wanted. In the past he had always been the type of guy that took things that didn't belong to him. It was how he survived for so long. Now he was turning over a new leaf. Something he wanted was on the other side of that door and he didn't have the balls to take it.
Marco banged his head against the wall and turned off the shower. Grabbing a towel he dried his face and looked at himself again in the mirror. The door was still slightly cracked as Marco stood by the door and listened to what she was watching. He couldn't tell. The volume was on, so he assumed she was still awake. He slipped a towel around his cut and muscled waist. A shape of a V pattern poking out from the top of the towel.
Marco stepped into the room and the city sounds of Paris were a faint whisper over the sound of his own beating heart. Not even the TV reached his ears with that blood pumping in his ears. He looked at Megan beneath the sheet. A thin layer of fabric kept him from everything he wanted. He had already yelled at her. Exploded in a show of emotion that even he hadn't expected. But it was a good thing. It was him admitting he needed to change it was because of her that he saw that.
Marco boldly moved across the room and crawled into bed with her. He was thinking about taking the suicide chair beside the bed but fuck that. He was tired of living the life he didn't want to live. The life that he HAD TO live. He wanted to start living how he wanted and that meant taking charge and seizing a moment. He crawled over her form. He felt her shift beneath him as his lips pressed to hers in a surprising intimate moment.
The TV was really nothing of interest for her right now because her mind was elsewhere. Hearing that water in the bathroom she wanted to be on of those bold women who would go step into the shower with a man. No she was just some christian virgin that was completely out of her league. [break][break]
Her eyes moved back tot he reflect she saw when the water stopped. He stepped wrapped a towel but it was so low around his waist that she found herself slack jawed and staring. When she saw him coming towards the door she shot her gaze back at the tv.[break][break]
Maybe she should've gotten them separate rooms because she knew she wasn't going to be what he wanted. There were probably hundreds of notches on his bed post and hers was basically new and a clean slate. Feeling the weight on the bed her heart raced so fast she couldn't even hear the TV anymore. [break][break]
The feeling of warm skin under the blankets and crawling up her body had her face blush so red. As her body shifted she felt his lips press to hers and it took her by surprise. Her hand touched the side of his neck as she returned a soft kiss to his.[break][break]
After a few moments she did pull back and he blue eyes stared up at him. Megan was already out of breath and she wasn't sure what more to expect out of this. It was all a new feeling to her and she didn't really want it to stop. "I....uhhh...i'm not sure if ill be good at this....i've never..." [break][break]
That's when her voice trailed off as she blushed a bit more. Would he even want to have anything to do with some sheltered in experienced Virgin girl. Megan found herself hoping so because she already ran away from her life for him and this closeness was the only thing that felt completely right.[break][break]
This felt right. This felt like the connection he had been searching for his entire life. There had been other girls, but not that made his heart race. None that lived and died on a hot live wire dancing across his skin as soft fingertips.
Marco licked his lips. He stared into her eyes. She was beautiful. Could she be what I've been searching for? He asked. They were worlds apart. They couldn't be more different, but opposites attrach. He was from the seedy life. The dirty grind that people only whispered about and didn't dare stare at directly.
He was the criminal element. The statistics that lined bullitin boards in police stations. Right next to the ugly mugshots hanging on the wall. He had done time.... She had helped the needy. They were two spirits reaching out across the world for a brief moment of closeness to see if it changed the world. The kiss was soft.
His hand propping himself up above her as he took his time. He could have guessed it was her first time, but Marco was no worldly explorer. His conquests had only been a handful. Mostly he was bored with women.
Not that he didn't love them, but most girls that hung around the fools were shallow empty headed skirts who hung around for breeding and fun times. Marco wasn't into that. He didn't put himself out there for just anyone. He was never really alone. He had his copies, and sure you could play a game of chess against yourself, but that wasn't really companionship.
Marco wanted what Johnny and Lulu had. That need for another. That ride or die shit that meant You two were fucking perfect for each other. "It's okay..." He said softly. "I'm not as experienced as you'd think." He said. He hated that it sounded cocky. Though the taste of her lips still lingered on his.
He licked his lips again just hoping to taste the tingle on this tip of his tongue. Marco slipped under the sheets. He lifted the sheet long enough to pull the towel away and toss it on the floor. He leaned into her neck and just breathed on her skin.
His hand trailing lightly along her thighs as his voices droned in her ear. "Think of your favorite place. I'm about to take you there. Close your eyes." His voice was barely a whisper. Marco's had rod up between her thighs and all the city lights of Paris couldn't compare to how he was about to light her up.
Suddenly for the first time in her life, she was ignoring her Christian upbringing and found herself in bed with a man. His skin was warm and pressing against hers. It made her nervous and she wasn't sure exactly what she was supposed to be doing in a situation like this. His lips were brushing against her neck and she shivered as a moan escaped her lips softly. Her heart was beating a million miles a minute as his hand moved up between her legs. Closing her eyes as the first experience with a man took her into good feelings she had never known.[break][break]
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The next morning Megan found herself being woken by the first mornings light through the balcony window. Marco was asleep next to her and she slid out of the bed careful to not wake him. Stepping into the bathroom her fingers brushed over her lips as she remembered the feeling of his against hers. All the feelings they made as they traveled over the length of her body. Grabbing her dirty clothing she slipped them on over her naked form and snuck out the door. [break][break]
Running a few errands she grabbed some fresh clothing for both of them and stopped at a corner cafe to grab coffee and breakfast. When she made it back to the hotel she quickly changed her clothes into something clean and laid out stuff for Marco. Grabbing the coffee cups on the carrying tray she slid onto the bed. Her lips gently brushed against his ear before kissing his cheek. Repeating this action until he finally started to wake. "Good morning... I got you some coffee and something to eat if you're hungry." Megan spoke softly as a smile and a blush came into play on her face.
Marco woke up to the sound of the door opening. He was out like a light until then. Marco had never slept better. It wasn't the guilt-ridden dreams of a fool. It wasn't the lonely night staring at the ceiling wishing that he had someone that he actually gave a damn about. He smiled at the sight of Megan.
He knew this couldn't last. She was a good girl with good values. Eventually, she would get sick of his shit. He might not be a fool, but he still had criminal tendencies. He wasn't a starving kid in Africa. He was a grown as a man who made his own choices. Eventually, she would deem him a lost cause and give up on him.
Those were just a few of the morbid thoughts pushing through the groggy mind. "Hey." He said sleepily. Marco took the coffee and fucking guzzled it. He needed to be awake and right now. He stole a glance at Megan and smiled again. He had a question riding on the tip of his tongue, but he wasn't going to ask it.
He wanted to ask her if she had any intention of going back to her family, but he didn't want to hear the answer. For now he just smiled at her and pulled her into his lap. "So what's on the agenda for today? All the touristy crap? We've already made love with the view of the Eiffle Tower. So scratch that off the old bucket list."
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It was a new day and the gravity of what had happened had started to take over. Everything she believed was in question and she had given away the one thing she had planned to save for marriage. This man was someone she barely knew and he was a criminal. For all, she knew he just saw her as another notch in his belt. Maybe she should've just let him have the money and go back to his life when she had the chance. There were so many doubts in her mind and it was constant screaming. Megan was nervous and afraid that she had been made a fool and used for an easy door out. [break][break]
Watching him guzzle down the coffee she smiled and knew at least one more thing about him. When he pulled her into his lap she squealed a bit and her blues eyes stayed on him. Taking a bite of her pastry she let her gaze move out the window to the Eiffel tower. It was always something she wanted to see and she honestly never imagined that her first time would be in its view. "hmm...I would mind going and seeing Paris. I've always wanted to go but my parents never let me use my power for anything I wanted." Megan spoke as she sipped her coffee and finished the pastry. "I got some clothes for you. Not sure if you wanna wear any of it...Not like they have a bad boy attire section...." [break][break]
Blushing a bit she looked over at him as her coffee was set down on the nightstand. Her fingers gently trace over tattoos on his bare skin. "Did these hurt? I always thought it would be a cool idea to get one but my dad would flip out." Her blue eyes were curious as she looked over all the art on him. "So we can join a tour bus around Paris or just rent a car and drive ourselves around the country." Right as she spoke her phone started to ring again and she could see it was her parents. They had been texting and calling her nonstop worried about their missing daughters. [break][break]
"I need to take this or they will end up reporting me missing. I'll be right back. Why don't you get ready and i'll be done by then." Leaning closer she pressed her lips to his for a moment before grabbing the phone and heading out to the balcony. Sliding the glass door mostly shut she swiped the phone to answer it. "Daddy? yes, I'm okay.....I'm in Paris....No not with the church.....I don't see how using my power for something I want is selfish....Mom he's being unreasonable and I'm trying to help someone....Yes, its a guy..." [break][break]
Megan went silent as she listened to a lecture from her dad that had tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, daddy. I'm not proud of myself but I know I'm doing the right thing. I love you both. Bye." Hanging up the phone she just stared down at it as she cried. A few moments later her phone buzzed with a text from her mom saying her dad ordered her to come home. Ignoring it she stared out over the city streets and tried to regain her composure.
Marco didn't listen into her phone call. He started too, but when she stepped into the bathroom for privacy he tuned out. Instead his attention turned out the window. To the balcony. Marco stood up. Allowed the sheets to fall from his naked form and he walked across the room bare ass. Feet padding the carpet as he moved to inspect the morning view of the city. It was nice. The air smelled nice. For the first time in his life he felt like he had control of shit.
Stretching a bit he heard raised voices from the bathroom. He turned his head but stepped out naked on the balcony. Grabbing his smokes he lit one up and didn't care that he was bare ass. They were pretty high up. The only people that could see him were using binoculars. And honestly. Even 40 stories down you wouldn't need them to see what he was swanging around down there.
Marco smoked his cigarette as he leaned on the railing. Part of him split. Into a copy. Another marco. Another Marco who obnoxiously moved over and started scarfing down last night's pizza. "So what do you think Marky Marky?" Marco turned his attention to the copy who he set free. "Think about what?" He asked gruffly. "About blondy? You think her parents are loaded?" Fuck. He sometimes talked to the copies because the copies talk him what he was thinking sub cconsiously. It was cheaper than a shrink and it was some real honesty shit. Sometimes he disovered shit he wasn't even sure he was feeling. "Who cares." Marco snapped back and puffed his cigarette.
Marco2 crossed his legs and covered his business with a dangling leg that rocked slowly. "Because stupid fuck. You're a fool." Marco shook his head. "Not that guy anymore." Marco2 laughed. "Who are you then?" He walked inside and grabbed the clothes that megan picked out for him. Holding them up he laughed. Marco2 had a lit cigarette in his hand now too. Where he got it who knows. This copy was cocky. He didn't like it. It reminded him too much of his former self. That tiny slither of ego driven asshole who tried his best to hang with Buster and Will, and got forbid Johnny Rome at the scene of one of his infamous parties.
"Are you this guy?" Marco looked at him with a dead ass serious look. "Maybe! What if I am?" Marco2 laughed. "Fuck you.... You are working an angle on this chick aren't you?" Marco had enough of this cocky copies thoughts. He didn't control what they thought, but it scared him. Because what they thought was on some level what he was thinking. Some tiny part of his brain doubted if he was ready to give up everything he had been for so long and turn over a new leaf. Some part of him doubted he could survive. Marco absorbed his clone and caught the clothes before they hit the ground. He got dressed and was sitting on the bed before Megan got out of the bathroom.
He didn't pick up on the fact that she was crying. He was annoyed and trying to not show it. He flicked his cigarette out the window from the bed and stared at her. "How about we take that city bus tour? Get out and see the city. That way neither of us has to miss anything because we're driving." He smiled. Quietly he was grinding his teeth because he wasn't sure how genuine he was honestly being. He wanted to change, but did he really have it in him?
