My eyes fluttered open darting across my room. I had a very blurry memory of what happened last. I remembered getting my ass beat and even puking my guts out but not how I got into my bed. I sighed rolling over stopping immediately when I felt another body beside me. Marshall was sprawled out beside me. It all flooded back to me. I suddenly recalled being carried to my bed and Marshall crawling in next to me. A wave of a sort of excitement washed over me. Or maybe I just really liked the fact that he was in my bed.

He looked so peaceful sleeping like he didn't have to wake up and think about the fact he couldn't go home. Or that his mother didn't want him there. It was the most peaceful I had seen him. That is how I wished I saw him all the time. When he is at his worst it absolutely destroys me. It reminded me of the time he was in my lap uncontrollably crying and hyperventilating because his mother had told him that his father was dead and he would never find him. This was a long time ago around the 8th grade, but it was heart-breaking seeing him like that.

What mother could say that to their child knowing it would destroy him? What made it worse was that she was lying he is alive and well somewhere. She was just angry at him for 'complaining' that he was hungry. Sometimes I wished we could just save up and run off once we turned 18 and even take Zach with us. I knew this was most definitely impossible because we both didn't come from families with money. Even with a job we'd still need a good three years of saving. 

I let him sleep for a good five more minutes before I decided to wake him. There was no way I was going to school, but I wasn't going to let him skip the day for me.

"Marshall. Marshall get up." I whispered and he groaned softly. " Marshall get the fuck your going to be late." I started jabbing him in the side now. He rolled over away from me covering his face with a pillow. I got on my knees looking over his sleeping body. I kneeled down and blew air into his ear.  

"Ah fuck! What the fuck Neveah!" He cupped his ear and jolted up into a sitting position. I  laughed   not trying to hold it in. The annoyance in his face said it all. 

"God your so dramatic." I rolled my eyes and tossed a pillow at his head. 

"Whatever. Ugh, yo why did you gotta get me up so early?" He drooped his head rubbing his eyes harshly. 

"It's not even early and you got school that's why." He groaned loudly in annoyance tossing the pillow back at me. "Ow, fuck Marshall!" The side of my face began to feel hot and swollen again.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I forgot." He said with a hand over his mouth.

"Just get your ass to school already." Slowly I attempted to sit up leaning against my headboard for support.

"No, I'm not going." His tone made him sound like a 13 year old refusing to go to school. "I don't feel like going to school with 5 hours of sleep."

"Well, what about Debby Downer." His widened and there was a glint of excitement in his eyes. After all this and he was still hooked on her. Oh, well. I wasn't about to be the one in the way of his happiness.

"What about her?" He shrugged while picking at a thread in the pillow he picked up. Either I misread his expression, or he was trying to play it off like he didn't care for her for some reason. 

"So, you telling me your over her now?" He nodded quickly in response. "Your such a bad liar."

"Can I tell you something? You promise you won't get mad." Marshall began fidgeting with the steel ring on his finger. One he had kept from what he had thought to be his father's. He had found it a while back in his mother's room. It was like a shred of hope he held on to that maybe he might find his dad one day. 

I had no idea what words were about to escape Marshall's mouth only that they were important. His eyes were fill with worry and his body language told me he was anxious to get something off his mind. But what?

"I promise." My smile faded in exchange for the same signs of worry on his face. He studied me for reassurance before he spoke.

"Do you remember when you accidentally drunk kissed me?"  Why was he bringing this up again if he knew it was an accident?

"Yes, and I promise you I was just drunk. It didn't mean anything I swear." If he needed more reassurance I would give it to him even if it was only somewhat true.

"Yes I know, but I didn't want it to be." My smile reappeared it's self in full glinty form. Before I could tone it down a bit, not wanting to give anything away, Marshall was already mirroring my smile. 

"And can I tell you something?" I smirked.

"No." He scoffed. "Always trying to steal my spotlight." I laughed at his sudden seriousness and he stuck his tongue in his cheek trying not to join me.  

"Whatever." I sighed and slid back into bed bundling myself in my blanket next to him. My door swung open making me jump. Zach was standing in the doorway horrified quickly closing it again.

"Oh shit sorry." 

"No it's fine come in." I sat up adjusting myself away from Marshall and he did the same. I didn't want my brother to think something of us that wasn't official. He walked with his eyes to the floor a little nervous to look up still. "Zach it's fine we were just talking." I insisted.

"Whatever you say." He said carefully leading his eyes up to my face.

"Do you want me to walk with you little man?" It was such a turn on when a guy is good with kids. Truly it made them ten times more attractive.

"Nah, I just came to see if Neveah was alive. Anyways bye." He waved jogging out my room. When I heard the front door slam shut I dropped back down into a previous position under my blanket. Marshall adjusted himself closer to me looking into my eyes while admiring my face. I traced his facial features with my eyes. The space between us began to close until our lips were touching. His lips grazed across mine he placed his hands on the side of my face and pulled my lips to his. 

I didn't pull out of our kiss until I physically had too. I gasped for air and and went back in for more except this time I parted my lips and slid my tongue into his mouth. He joined slipping his warm tongue in out of mouth. My hands traveled to his hair and I pulled him closer to me. I couldn't get enough of him no amount of kiss would satisfy my craving. I wanted more. I wanted more of him.

I wasn't sure he was ready for what I wanted so I debated making a move. I didn't want to ruin the moment. I pushed my thoughts to the back of my mind and brought myself to enjoy living in this beautiful moment. He pulled away from our kiss and smiled.

"God I'm such an asshole for not kissing you sooner."

"Yeah, I know." I rolled my eyes and sighed. He started playing with my curls not breaking eye contact.

"Would you kill me if I buzzed my hair and bleached it?" I pressed my lips together in a tight line trying to contain myself.

"Ahahaha!" I covered my mouth with my hand to stop my laughter. He just stared back at me completely stony-faced. "I'm sorry. I thought you were joking." A wide smirk materialized on his lips instantly. 

"I was,"

"Seriousl-"

"Not." I stood up on the bed and stepped over him. "What are you doing?"

"Come on." I hopped of bed and stumbled over to the door swinging it open. My head was spinning like crazy and I had to hold the door to keep me stable for a couple moments. When I was seeing clearly again I led him to the bathroom. He sat on the toilet seat and stared at me in confusion. I searched the cabinets for a pair of my dad's shavers. Under the sink was a metal electric shaver laying on top of other small razors. I grabbed them and set them on the bathroom counter.

"Do it." I kept my voice monotone hiding the amusement in both my expression and my voice. He stood up grabbed the the electric razor and shoved the plug in the wall. The razor buzzed loudly as he lifted it to his chestnut hair. Without hesitation Marshall shaved the whole row of his hair. It all fell to the ground and full healthy locks cluttered the floor. My mouth fell open in complete shock. He didn't stop there though he continued to shave off the remaining hair left on his head. "Wait, wait. Oh my god. I-I let me clean it up for you before you completely fuck up your hair."

"It's gonna make me look hot. Brad Pitt kind of hot."  

"You already are hot Marshall." I started along his hairline with a regular razor, but I was interrupted by another of his warm wet kisses.