Marc Snyder

     “ dude, “ bridget flinched, laughing slightly but still scowling mockingly at him, “ you realize your elbow is at, like, face height for me, right ?? “

“Crap!” Marc exclaimed as he moved slightly away from Bridget. “Forgot that I was standing next to a shorty.” He said jokingly, “You can choose the prize as an apology for almost elbowing your face.”

bridget: rodents are cute, don't be rude.

bridget: oh, well i have this picture of a dog that i wanted to show you. but it's alive.

marc: lol you like it when i'm rude

marc: cool, let me see it

“Thanks.” Turning towards the other man, Zane smiles, nodding slowly. “Zane. Yeah, I’m sure I will. Nice to meet you, Marc.” 

Marc lifted his free drink to thank Zane one last time before exiting the coffee shop.

Mason listened intently as Marc spoke about Paris. “God I love rain. I mean maybe it’s because I live here, but I just feel like it’s the perfect weather for making art, you know. Both visual and musical of course.” He added, shooting him a smile. When the other boy offered over his phone, Mace took it and scanned the image, impressed by his work. “This stuff’s great, Marc. Seriously, are you featuring stuff at the gallery here? I’m always buying stuff from there for my apartment.”

“I guess it is.” Marc chuckled as he recalled being in the attic of the art gallery, with a huge glass window overlooking the streets of Paris, the sky grey and gloomy as always with the light trickle of rain on the window. “Something about rain that gets the brain working I guess.” He shrugged. “What about you, how’s your music coming along?” The artist redirected the question back to his friend, avoiding answering as he was embarrassed to say that he had nothing featured in the gallery - not yet - as he does not know what to paint for the time being.

His shoulders tensed promptly at having the doors suddenly open, revealing a persistent Marc on the other side of it. “Fuck’s sake,” he swore under his breath, though still tried to fumble with the lock in his hands. “Honestly, Marc, just go home. There’s nothing to talk about,” he said, trying to ward him away like a stray animal that just didn’t have a place here anymore.

“Damn it JJ, don’t be so stubborn.” Marc voiced out, sounding irritated. He thought of all people Julian would understand what he did when he did it. “You of all people wanted to travel the world or at least leave town and now you’re dissing me for doing it?” Granted Marc didn’t give his friend any heads up before leaving but he’s not about to bring that up.