A.N. So sorry for not updating more, here is a new stroy of mine, hope you like it because there isn't many Allie/Marco stories around.
After the whole battle with Mordred, or should I say, Mr Moore, I realised two things. One; I am the reincarnation of King Arthur, and two; I'm now looking at Marco differently. Okay, so I know that I am saying that, after all I was dating Will, but something changed, something else happened inside of me that is kind of hard to explain. Alright, so it isn't that hard to explain, I'd developed feelings for… Marco.
When he bent down on his knee, it shocked me, when he called me 'Your Highness', he had taken me by surprise, but when he smiled at me, I felt oddly happy, a happiness I hadn't felt before, but I managed, somehow, to suppress it. When Will was out on the football field and being lifted up onto his teammates shoulders I ran to him. Will had kissed me, of course I kissed back, but something felt strange about the kiss, I'd wanted to be Will's girlfriend since I meet him but from when Marco had apologised and helped me in the battle I was confused about my feelings. I looked over to the way to the locker room and saw Macro standing there with his arms crossed at his chest, staring at me as he leaned on the wall. Will had come over from behind me and Marco walked away when he had noticed his step brother behind me. What had become of him?
Days passed after the battle and Will had invited me over to his house for a dinner date and to meet his parents, and I knew Marco would be there, he'd love to hear embarrassing of Will's childhood, and he probably didn't before because he was trying to protect Will so much.
I arrived at around 7:30pm; it had taken me about two hours to get ready for this night. Mrs Wagner, Will's step mum, had invited me in and Will's dad greeted me with a handshake and kisses on both cheeks. Marco had greeted me with a slight smile and a little nod and then Will walked in and gave me kiss. Marco turned away looking disgusted. I sat down next to Will and his parents were asking me questions, I didn't want to seem rude so of course I answered them truthfully, or as truthfully as I could. All the while I could feel Marco's strong and eerily sensitive stare on me, I couldn't ignore it but I managed to on glance at hime and shake off the feeling, though he wasn't exactly making it easy for me.
After dinner Will's parents had said they had to go to a business meeting, so there a I was, left alone with the guy I really like and the guy who can't keep his eyes off of me, I wonder what they were both thinking about when they looked at me. Will, I could guess what he would have been thinking, that he was the luckiest guy in the world to have me but Marco was a different story, he was a giant question mark.
"What did you think of my parents? They weren't too interrogating, were they?" Will asked me when Marco had left the room, it had seemed like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders when Marco had left the room.
"No, relax they weren't. Trust me, if you had met my parents already you'd probably want to get out of the house once they started blabbing on about King Arthur and Camelot and all of that stuff." We both laughed and I shook my head. I looked at my watch.
"It's 10:30, I need to go, my parents are probably worried about me." Will and I stood up and we walked to the door. Will kissed me goodbye softly before I stepped outside.
"Took you long enough to realise you had to go home." I was startled by the voice and I jumped as I spun around to see Marco sitting in a chair on the veranda, of course he would be waiting for me to go home.
"Well, it isn't like you really care now does it." I saw his face take on a serious, dark look. Just like the look he used to give me before I found out what his true intensions were.
"Marco, what's wrong with you? You've been acting the way you used to while you were protecting Will, hard and cold. You know you don't need to anymore, right?" Marco looked down at his feet and I walked over and sat down on the chair beside him.
"I just don't want him to get him hurt. I know I don't need to be hard and cold all of the time but I guess I spent so much time being that way that it's kind of hard to let go of the habit. But sometimes I just wish that the whole King Arthur thing hadn't happened, you know." He looked at me, his face no longer serious, but sad. His eyes looked pleading, as if there was something else he wasn't telling me, something else to his logic that I didn't understand. Marco looked away from me.
"It's going to be okay. Everything will be alright; I know it'll all work out in the end as it is supposed to." Marco looked at me in the eyes, his beautiful brown eyes. He and Will both had brown eyes, both beautiful, but something in Marco's eyes made them shine more than Will's eyes. I felt Marco's hand clasp mine and then I felt the soft touch of his lips on mine. I closed mine for a second but then they shoot open from realisation and surprise, I realised the kiss wasn't Will's, as my mind had tricked me into thinking for a second, but Marco's gentle kiss of pain and help. I pulled away quickly and stood up at the same moment.
"I – I – I need to go, umm." I ran towards my house as fast as I could, good thing I was the best runner out of the track team otherwise I would have ran out of breath way before I had reached my house. I ran up to my room as soon as I burst through the door and jumped onto my bed.
"Oh God," I say to myself in the state I was in that night, "why have you allowed me to love Will and have feelings for Marco at the same time, why did you not tell me to go straight home instead of talk to him, why did you have to make me reincarnation of King Arthur?" I pleaded and hoped that He could hear me. There wasn't any use for that, God has thousands of other people praying to him at a time, how could He hear my desperate cry?
I feel to sleep shortly after that, dreaming of the time in Camelot, me as Arthur, though that seems pretty weird, Will as my knight and then Marco, my secret lover that I had to hide from my knight, the love that I wasn't forced into or even prepared for. I woke up with a startle, panting as I sat up. Did I really dream that my love with my knight Will was something that was forced upon me? I pondered on the thought for a while. Was I really in love with Will, or was he just a decoy to hide myself from my feelings for his step brother?