#c:marcus

there wasn’t a day that went by that roman didn’t think of marcus. not a single day. whether it was seeing a painting that reminded him of marcus or hoping for a birthday text, he was always on roman’s mind. it was pathetic, really. marcus broke up with him five years prior - in fucking high school. why was he still so hung up on the other man? or maybe not hung up - but... defeated. he’d resigned himself to the fact that he’d lost the love of his life and that was it. he’d spend his life bouncing from person to person, and never finding his home again. 

for that reason, he was extremely nervous to see marcus again. he hasn’t really seen him at all since their break up - unless instagram stalking counted. or letter writing. he’d done his fair share of both - scrolling to follow his travels and writing never to be sent letters to the other man. when he noticed they’d be sharing a room, he didn’t know how to feel. it was a positive because it would force them to talk, but a negative for the same reason. so, roman opted to chill on his top bunk, writing quietly in his journal and waiting for the inevitable: marcus would eventually wander back in.

“You know, I always think that things can’t get any more awkward than last time and then life turns around and gives me another impressive surprise.” Nathaniel stated from where he was sat on the floor of the elevator. They’d been like this now for a good twenty minutes. “If I believed in a higher power, I’d think the universe was trying to tell us something.”

“Let’s just get this over with so we can go home,” Emily thought as she rang the doorbell of her soon to be ex-husband’s home. It was a weird feeling being in a small town when all her life, Emily had lived in a fast-paced city. There was a mixture of calmness and boredom that the people around her extruded. Not that she wanted to, but she probably would never get used to living here. 

As she waited for the door to open, Emily let her mind wander. Would a small town like this be a better place to raise a baby? Would Marcus even want to be part of her baby’s life? He’s probably happy that he escaped when he did... even if Emily didn’t set him up, he would have gotten bored with their life and eventually cheat on her. How many women had he probably slept with since moving to Mystic? Growing angry at the thought of her unfaithful husband, Emily crossed her arms as she subconsciously fiddled with her wedding ring that she had forgotten to leave behind.

Marcus Thierot was already annoyed he’d been stuck with detention duty, but hell, being stuck with only the resident troublemaker for two hours. He’d been hoping for at least one or two who had just been late a few too many times. He may have been a new teacher but he could handle this. Marcus dropped a large packet on the student’s desk. “No talking, no phones or gadgets, and no mayhem and we should get along fine. But first, what are you here for today?”

ne parle pas trop vite, Flint. 

Charlie stretched as her students filed into the studio of the gym. She smiled through the mirror, waving at a few pupils and chuckling when they playfully fought over who would stand in front. “Welcome! Happy Monday! Oh no! No groans! It’s going to be a great work out! Promise! Let’s give the others a few more minutes to get here and we’ll start! How does that sound?” She grinned when she spotted Marcus. “M! come to the front with me!” 

    As she entered the room, she feared the worst. She had heard things, and she only hoped it was only a rumour, for the truth was far more devastating. Her heart sunk, the sight of her brother laying broken and knowing she had not been there nearly enough to support him. She felt guilty and ashamed, and she felt it in the pit of her stomach. Why did she fail at being a good sister? It appeared he was always there for her, but the other way around, it appeared nul. She sighed, moving to sit beside him on the bed as she leaned over to look at him. “Marcus?” She spoke out, eyes full of worry. “What on earth happened?”