A small sigh escaped you as you tried your best not to fall asleep during your Statistics lecture. Despite your better judgment, you had once again stayed up until four in the morning; even though you had to wake up at nine. So now you had to suffer through a monotonous PowerPoint on statistics’ calculations for an hour and fifteen minutes while trying not to let your head drop to your desk.
You gave up your battle twenty minutes into class.
Luckily for you, the class was a rather large one, so you were easily hidden from your professor’s judging eyes. However you weren’t so hidden from a friend of yours in the row behind you, whose light snickering immediately caught your attention. You tilted your head just enough to send a lazy glare his way, which just made him smirk.
“Shut up, Marc,” you grumbled, turning your head back to face the front.
“You’re not very good about getting sleep, (Name). Do I need to enforce a bed time?”
A snort was all you heard before you finally just gave up and fell asleep.
You awoke violently as someone grabbed the back of your chair and shook it hard enough to almost give you whiplash. A defensive snarl flew past your lips as you whirled around to see Marc smirking down at you.
“Took you long enough,” he commented before plopping your backpack into your lap and heading to the door of the classroom, pausing in the doorway to glance back at you with a raised eyebrow.
You scowled and stood, slipping your backpack onto one shoulder while rubbing your neck.
“What. I get no recovery time? You almost broke my neck,” you grumbled, making your way over to him. Marc just smirked and lightly pushed you out into the hallway so the two of you could head somewhere for lunch.
Despite what most people would think based on your interactions with the Canadian male, the two of you were extremely close. To say you were best friends sometimes felt like an understatement. There was nothing the both of you didn’t know about each other.
…Except for the fact that you were in love with him.
You didn’t know how or when it happened, but at some point you woke up and realized you were in love with your best friend. Possibly the most cliché thing to ever happen, but he knew and accepted you in a way that you knew no one else ever could. But you were loath to lose the bond you had with him now over feelings that you were almost certain were unrequited, and so stayed silent. And to your relief, it was much easier to keep those feelings to yourself than you’d thought.
Unfortunately for you, another good friend of yours couldn’t get enough out of playing matchmaker, and considered you and Marc to be the chance of a lifetime to prove his abilities.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
“Hey, Oliver,” you greeted, bracing yourself for the inevitable glomping that always followed his greeting. And you weren’t disappointed. If it weren’t for Marc putting a hand out to hold you up, you would have fallen onto your back when Oliver threw himself at you.
“How was your class? I hope you went to bed at a decent time, (Name). You have exams coming up and you need your rest!”
“Yes, Mother, I know,” you teased, returning the Brit’s hug before disentangling yourself from him. “But to answer your question, I don’t know how class went because I fell asleep.”
“Again? Babe, you gotta stop doing that.”
“Like you can talk, Fred.”
You grinned as you saw two more of your friends, Fred and Luther, coming up to your little group. Fred shot a wicked grin at you in return while Luther just smirked and crossed his arms.
“Now that we’ve all commented on my poor sleeping habits, can we get lunch?” you suggested, rubbing your stomach. “I think my insides are about to eat themselves.” You’d barely finished your sentence when Fred grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder to head to the nearest cafeteria.
“About damn time someone brought that up. I could eat a freaking house right now.”
“You’re such a pig,” Marc said, with a disgusted scowl as he, Luther, and Oliver followed along.
“You shouldn’t say things like that to your brother,” Oliver chided, ever the peacekeeper.
“Who cares vat he says,” Luther muttered. “Ze two of them vill just end up fighting anyway.”
“If you are going to fight,” you interrupted, “please make sure it’s at a time when I am not being carried around like a sack of potatoes. I would appreciate that.”
“He’s just upset cause I can make a move on his girl and he can’t,” Fred stated, shooting a sneer back at Marc whose scowl morphed into a killer’s glare.
“His girl?” you asked, looking over at Marc. “Since when have you liked someone?”
“Fred’s insane,” he said, although the look on his face told you otherwise. Part of you hurt at the way too obvious lie, but there was no way you could say anything about it without making your feelings known. So silence it was. Again.
Oliver, however, seemed to think now was a prime time to make you uncomfortable.
“Marc! (Name)! I just remembered! I found a new recipe yesterday that I wanted you two to try!”
“As long as I get to eat, I’m game.”
“As long as my idiot of a brother doesn’t come, I’ll go.”
Oliver clapped his hands in excitement and started trying to pull you off of Fred’s shoulder.
“Wonderful! I have some already made and ready at the bakery I work at!” At this point he was dragging you along with him, knowing Marc would be right behind.
Before you knew it, you were sitting across from Marc at a booth in a small bakery on your campus, waiting for Oliver to bring whatever it was he’d made. You’d gone out to eat with Marc plenty of times before, but something about this time just felt weird to you and you couldn’t really bring yourself to look at him for more than a few seconds. It didn’t help that Oliver was the one to bring you both here, since that almost automatically made it a matchmaking attempt.
“Here it is!” Oliver sang as he made his way over to your table with a tray. You felt yourself pale when you saw what was on it.
“Cupcakes?” Marc questioned, unconsciously leaning away from it as Oliver set it down. No one knew what it was, but Oliver couldn’t bake cupcakes to save his life. He could cook anything else like a champ, but his cupcakes were practically poison. However, he loved making them and no one had much heart to tell him they had the power to kill people.
“Yupp!” Oliver replied, beaming down at you both. “It’s got a strawberry and artichoke cake with a mustard-mayo icing, sprinkled with parmesan. Enjoy!” And with that he bounded away to Luther and Fred, who had apparently tagged along as well.
You flushed as you heard Oliver warn the two men not to ruin this date for you and Marc. Any hope you’d had that Marc hadn’t heard was wiped away when you saw him facepalm.
“…I didn’t realize this was a date,” you muttered, carefully pushing the cupcake away from yourself, careful not to make eye contact. Marc dragged his hand down his face to reveal a deep scowl.
“He could have at least let me set this up myself. This was too abrupt.”
You blinked and looked at Marc in confusion.
He scoffed and rested his cheek in his hand.
“I would never bring you to a bakery for a date.”
“You…you would take me on a date??”
Marc looked over at you and smirked, reaching over to lightly flick your forehead.
“Who did you think Fred was talking about?”
“Oh I don’t know. Anyone?”
“You’re so dumb, (Name). Who else would I like? I get along better with you than anyone else.”
“That’s no reason to date me…”
Marc stared at you and sighed before grabbing the back of your head and forcefully pulling you forward to kiss you. You sat there in shock, just barely managing to gather your senses enough to kiss him back before he could pull away. After a moment, he let you go and sat back in his seat to stare at you thoughtfully.
“I never thought I’d actually say this, least of all to my best friend, but I love you. And I have for longer than I’d care to admit.”
You laughed lightly and shook your head, trying to play off the blush on your cheeks.
“You’re lucky I know you so well, or I’d take offense to that confession,” you said, finally meeting his eyes. “I love you too.”
His trademark smirk found its way to his face again as he stood and offered you his hand.
“How about I take you on a real date now?”
“I’d like that. As long as there aren’t any cupcakes.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”