Part Two
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Marshall and I decided to walk back to the car after a while, and made sure to take the long way through the park back. We talked about silly, random things while swinging our hands, taking slow steps as we strolled along the sidewalk. I would watch and laugh as Marshall would run ahead of me to chase a butterfly occasionally. We received weird looks from many passerby's, but Marshall didn't seem to care, nor notice. He was just like a child sometimes. Whether it be cute and funny, or whiny and annoying, he was definitely still a kid at heart.

Just up ahead of us was two young men playing guitars with the cases open, probably to earn some cash. They didn't seem very confident and most people who passed by didn't even seem one bit interested. Marshall, however, was all the bit interested. He walked faster, pulling me along, until he approached the two. I instantly noticed that there wasn't much change in the cases, only about a dollar at the most.

"Excuse me," Marshall began, catching the attention of the two guys. "Sorry, I don't mean to sound rude, but I noticed that you haven't really been attracting that much of a crowd here..." The two guys looked to each other in confusion. "Would you mind if I played along with you? To help you out, possibly... I'd need to borrow one of your guitars, though."

The two guys share a reluctant look at first, but after a second, one of the guys give up their guitar. "Thanks," Marshall smiles, pulling the strap over his shoulder. "Now, there's two ways to attract a crowd: One, by impressing the people with your mad skills. Or two, by playing a fun song and getting really into it. And by the looks of you... I think we should stick to the fun song. So, what do you want to play?" Marshall asks the other guy with the guitar, who in turn simply just shrugs, most likely feeling awkward by Marshall's confident presence taking over their little show. "What's your name, by the way?"

"Um..." He clears his throat. "A-Alex. My name's Alex." He says, fumbling with his guitar. He looks down, his blonde hair falling in front of his freckled face.

"And you?" Marshall asks the other boy, whom he took the guitar from.

"Ryan." He said, flipping is dark brown bangs. His voice is a tad deeper than his friend's. They both look pretty young, probably only 15 at the most.

"Well, Alex and Ryan, I'm Marshall Lee, and this is my man, Barnaby," he announces, pointing at me. I wave awkwardly at the two boys who just glance at me in return. "Okay, so since you won't pick a song, I'll just have to decide for you," Marshall says while checking the guitar to make sure it's tuned. "I'm thinking... Counting Stars by OneRepublic, what do you think?"

The boys shrug their shoulders.

"Alright well... Just follow my lead," Marshall nodded at the blonde haired boy. He then plays with a few chords before actually starting the song by strumming fast on the guitar.

"Lately, I've been, I've been losin' sleep.
Dreamin' about the things that we could be.
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard,
Said no more countin' dollars,
We'll be countin' stars,
Yeah we'll be countin' stars," Marshall's heavenly voice sang out.

Alex and Ryan looked very confused still, but soon enough, once Marshall starting attracting people, the short blonde joined in on his guitar. Marshall acknowledged this and turned his head and gave Alex a smile while he sang. Alex smiled back shyly.

"I-I-I-I feel something so right,
Doing the wrong thing.
I-I-I-I feel something so wrong,
Doing the right thing.
I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie~
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive." Before the chorus kicked in, Marshall signaled me to join in and sing with him, to which I apprehensively accepted.

But after singing with him for a line or two, I let loose a little and gave in to the music. We jumped around and danced while Alex and Marshall went crazy on their guitars, strumming them like no tomorrow, goofy smiles on all our faces. I noticed that Ryan was still just standing behind us awkwardly, so I grabbed his arm and made him dance with us. He was a little stiff at first, but soon he enough opened up.

Eventually we all stopped dancing and playing to sing and clap to the next part of the song,
"Take that money,
Watch it burn
Sink in the river
The lessons I learned..." We all sang, our voices harmonizing marvelously.

We sang the chorus a few more times, jamming out and just having a good time, probably looking like idiots in the process but it didn't matter to us. And once we finished the song, cheering and clapping erupted around us, and only then did we notice the huge crowd of people applauding us. I think we were all shocked, to say the least. I expected just a few people, not a whole stadium's worth! Well, that might be a bit of an overstatement, but still, there were a ton of people. And the fact that I was so lost in the moment to not even acknowledge them in the first place was shocking as well.

I was dragged out of my thoughts by Marshall pulling me into a tight hug, a wide grin still plastered on his face. It looked nice on him. I hugged him back just as equally as tight, another smile spreading across my face as I melted into him. From the corner of my eye I saw Alex and Ryan high-five each other, ogling at a guitar case almost overflowing with cash. A few people threw in a buck or two last minute while the rest of the crowd dispersed, putting their phones, that were used to film us, away.

"Wow! That was so fun! I can't believe that just happened, I never wanted it to end! And did you guys see that crowd!? So insane!!" Alex exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "I didn't know we were that good!"

"I don't know about "we", it was mostly Marshall Lee who did most of the work," Ryan said, crossing his lanky arms over his skinny chest.

"Hey now, we all pitched in! A group effort; no one is any more important than the other," Marshall commented while handing Ryan his guitar back. "We all sounded amazing together! And Alex, holy glob! You killed it on the guitar, man! Nice job!" Marshall shoved the blonde's shoulder playfully.

"Thanks, Marshall Lee! You're so cool! ...I-I mean, you did cool... on the guitar," Alex fumbled.

Marshall laughed and thanked him. "I want you guys to remember how this felt. The excitement, the sound, the people. You guys could live this over and over every night. This could be your life, and job if you keep at it. Never give up doing what you love, no matter what people say, or how crappy you think you're doing. And don't ever compare yourself to others, there's a reason there's only one Jimi Hendrix in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. Just saying." He patted both of their shoulders before walking back over to me and taking my hand and intertwining our fingers. "Well, I guess we should leave you guys to it then. Good luck!"

Before we started walking, I heard Alex mumble, "Oh, that's what he meant by 'my man'..."

"Nice meeting you both!" I waved, walking off with Marshall. They two waved back.

"Hey! Wait! What about all this cash? Shouldn't we split it?" Ryan called out after a few seconds. Marshall paused and turned around.

"No way! You guys keep it, you earned it!" He insisted.

"R-really? Thanks, dude!" The boys high-fived again, jumping around excitedly. We kept on walking back to the car, reminiscing about the new memory we just created together.

"That was really cool of you, Marsh," I smiled at boy next to me.

"What can I say? I'm just a cool guy," he shrugged, that stupid smirk on his stupid, handsome face. I shoved his arm.

"Come on, for real! You could've been a real jerk and took most of the money, but you didn't. I think that was very humble of you to do."

Marshall let out a breathy laugh, "yeah, whatever. I was just being nice."

"And you know you totally just made those kids' whole life. They're going to think of this moment ten years from now and remember you, the guy who inspired them to always play their hearts out. I mean, who knows, they could've been ready to hang up those guitars and quit playing forever!"

"...I didn't really think about it like that."

"Just know you did exactly what you wanted to do. Make people happy through music." Marshall just smiled cutely and squeezed my hand gently. I squeezed his back.

We approached the car soon enough and hopped in. Marshall looked at the time on his phone and mumbled, "20 minutes..."

"Till what? The next thing you planned?"

Marshall nodded and slipped his phone in the cup holder. "What to do in 20 minutes... Well~ we could always just make out for the time being?" He looked at me with a sly smile. I couldn't help but let out a loud laugh. Marshall raised an eyebrow at me, and then I realized.

"Oh. You're being serious?"

"Why would I ever joke about locking lips with one of the hottest guys I know? This is no laughing matter, my dear Barney. This is a serious issue." Marshall said, trying to keep a straight face, and failing.

"One of the hottest guys? Does this mean there's more hot guys you know? Should I be worried?" I questioned jokingly.

"Well..." He said in that one way that makes what the other person said sound true. You know what I mean. "Nah, I'm just kidding. Yes, there are hot guys I know, but you don't have to worry. I only got eyes for you, boo," he winked. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever, just come here." And with that, I leaned forward and kissed him, pulling him to the back seat. We both sat on one of our knees so we'd be facing each other comfortably.

"Oh, so you're being serious?" Marshall imitated what I said earlier. I gave him a deadpan look before grabbing his face with both hands and smashing my lips to his.

"You talk too much," I said against his lips before connecting them again. My left hand rested on his shoulder while the other held the back of his head, running my fingers through his dark, wavy locks. The kiss deepened as I felt Marshall put a hand on my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, and another hand on my waist.

We continued kissing, and every so often we'd stop to take a breath. Our lips moved in sync with one another, both of us getting more and more eager with every kiss. Marshall's tongue nudged my bottom lip, asking for entrance. When I refused (just to be a tease), Marshall frowned and tried again. And when Marshall noticed that he wasn't getting anywhere with this, he bit my bottom lip harshly, making me gasp in shock. He took advantage of this and shoved his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance for a while, and Marshall ended up winning.

His tongue explored every crevice of my mouth while his hand kept giving my thigh gentle squeezes. Every so often he'd caress the skin above my knee with his thumb or fingers, sending little shivers down my spine and to my nether-regions. Sometimes his fingers would fiddle with the bottom of my shorts and the skin under them where they rode up when I sat down. The sensations combined made a sound of pleasure escape my throat.

I needed more of this. His taste and touch is too addicting. I gripped at his shirt and hair, scooting closer to him, basically sitting in his lap now. The hand on my leg was now gripping my waist, the other untucking my shirt and feeling the small of my back with ticklish fingers all while our mouths were still locked in a heated French kiss.

That's all we did for the next five minutes or so. Kiss. Feel. Touch. Taste. Want. Need.

My right hand was on his chest now, feeling over his strong build. My left pulled at his hair firmly making Marshall let out a few soft grunts. Quite a turn on.

Marshall suddenly pulled away, making me frown from the loss of contact. "As much as I'm loving this, I think we should probably stop," he said breathily, almost panting. My half-lidded eyes stared into his for a second, admiring how he looked. His hair was messier from me tugging at it and rapid, uneven breaths escaped from his red, swollen lips. His eyes had a look of lust in them, and with all those characteristics put together, he looked absolutely irresistible. I had to have more of him.

I gently kissed the corner of his mouth and said against his lips, "We still have some time left, right? Why stop now?" I kissed his lips passionately, my thumb grazing over his carved jaw line, fingers resting on his neck. Marshall seemed to be into it for a minute before pulling away again and clearing his throat.

"Yes, but if we keep going, then I'm going to... react. If you know what I mean..."

"Mhm," I mumbled and slowly ran my hand through his hair a few times, making Marshall close his eyes. I wanted him to react. I wanted to keep going.

"Yeah... So, I don't think we should. Plus we should be leaving soon anyway. It's like a ten minute drive," he said softly. I whined and frowned. Marshall's eyes opened once I pulled my hand away and saw I was pouting. "Hey, don't be like that. I just think we should wait till the time is right, you know? It's only our first date... Plus were in a car. Not very romantic."

I guess I wasn't really thinking about all that. I was just desperate and eager for somebody's touch. It's been a while since I've had someone care for me in that way. Plus, I mean, hello? Super hot guy I've had a crush on since forever? How could I not want him?

"I guess you're right. I'm sorry, I feel embarrassed now," I said.

"Aw, don't be, babe. I can't help that I'm so alluring," he smiled innocently. I gave him another deadpan look, making him laugh in response. I pushed his face away and climbed back into the passenger seat, tucking my shirt back in my shorts. Marshall sat back in his seat and checked the time on his phone again. He took a second to study himself in the little mirror above him and "fix" his hair before finally starting the car and driving off.

"You can turn on the radio if you want. Play whatever," Marshall said after a minute. "I have some CDs in the side door too." He gestured.

"Alright." I pulled a few CD cases and sorted through them. He had a wide variety of discs. They all ranged from Guns & Roses to Lady Gaga. I finally decided on a Lana del Rey album and put the disc in the slot. Born To Die started to play through the speakers but I skipped through the songs until I got to Diet Mountain Dew.

"You're no good for me.
Baby, you're no good for me.
You're no good for me,
But baby, I want you, I want you..." I sang along to the music, dancing awkwardly in my seat. I could see Marshall shaking his head but smiling from the corner of my eye.

This pretty much continued for the rest of the car ride. Marshall and I singing while dancing in our seats. Soon enough, Marshall pulled into a parking lot and parked. I was too busy jamming out to look where we were.

"So, welcome to our next stop," he said while turning off the car. I look at the building to find out he had taken me to a well-known fancy restaurant in our town.

My eyes widened. "Marshall, you should've told be we were going somewhere nice like this! I would've worn better clothes!" I yelled at him.

Marshall rolled his eyes. "Bubbs, c'mon. No ones gonna care what you're wearing."

"I care. I'm sorry, but I cannot go in there looking like this."

"Looking like what? You look fine. That outfit seems pretty fancy to me." He shrugged.

"Clearly we have a different definition of "fancy."" I mumbled. "I mean, you look fine. All you need is a blazer or tie. I, on the other hand, look like a watermelon who was just at a yacht party."

"Well, at least you look like a cute watermelon. An overpriced one to be exact."I just glared at Marshall. He sighed, "Look, I'll go check to see if there's an old suit or something in the trunk. Alright?"

"It'll be wrinkled..." I mumbled again.

"Oh my globbb. Lemme just go check." And with that he popped the trunk and exited the car.

I stared at the intricate building and sighed. I really wish he would've gave me the heads up that we were going somewhere fancy. There's no way I'd be caught dead wearing casual attire at a place like this.

After a few minutes, Marshall jumped back in the car with a few articles of clothing in his arms. "Alright, so I found a blazer and some pants," he stated, holding up both for me to see. "I don't know what size though. They were laid flat in a suit bag, so no wrinkles. Oh, and I also found a tie for me." He passed me the outfit and presented a black tie. I looked back at the outfit and held up the tan pants.

"Sorry they're like khakis or whatever but you'll make them work."

"Chinos."

"What?" Marshall gave me a confused look.

"They're not khakis. They're chinos. They're like khakis, but lighter-weight and more form fitted, dressier. And they'll look just fine with this," I said holding up the navy blue blazer to the pants. "And I guess I could keep this polo under... Let me change real quick." I threw the clothes in the back seat and followed them, taking off my shoes, belt, and shorts. I shimmied into the tan chinos and tucked my polo into them, buckling my belt again. Finally, I slipped on the blazer and my shoes, folded my shorts, and jumped back into the front seat.

"How do they fit?" Marshall asked, fiddling with his tie in the mirror, a blush on his face.

"Perfectly, thank you. Sorry I'm being a pain in the ass. I just- I can't-"

"It's fine, I know how you are." He fiddled with his tie some more before giving up. "Ugh, we're gonna be freaking late, help me with this stupid tie!" I leaned over and redid his tie, smoothing it down once I was finished. We fixed some minor details on ourselves before finally exiting the car.

Marshall opened the door and we entered the classy, dimly-lit building. The lady at the front looked us over before immediately asking if we had reservations in a snooty tone. She checked her list once Marshall told her we did. She scoffed and grabbed two menus and in a monotone voice told us to follow her. Once we were seated, she laid down the menus and silverware in front of us quite sloppily.

"You're waiter will be with you shortly," she said snottily, not making eye contact with either one of us before strutting off.

"Well then..." Marshall commented, opening his menu. I did the same and skimmed through the options, all of which were kind of pricy in my opinion. Marshall was humming and drumming his fingers on the table. "I think I know what I want," he said after a while, closing his menu and turning his attention to me. "What about you?"

I looked up and met eyes with him. "Hm? Oh, I don't know yet, everything is so fancy and... expensive." I flipped through the menu again.

"Don't worry about the prices, I got it covered. Just pick something that looks good."

Instantly, I smirked and said to him in a flirty voice, "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"You look good," I winked, eyeing him up and down. "I wanna slice of that," I purred, wiggling my eyebrows. Marshall let out a laugh.

"Oh my glob, shut up, you horny little shit," he laughed. I giggled and went back to my menu.

"Where the heck is our waiter, we've been here for like ten minutes," Marshall complained after a minute, looking around the dim restaurant.

"Is that him?" I asked quietly, nodding towards the neatly-dressed man walking in our direction.

"Hello," the tall young man greeted, his eyes glancing between us uncomfortably. "My name is Jonathan and I'll be your waiter this evening. Uh, can I start you guys off with some drinks?" He smiled, but it seemed fake.

"Water's fine, thank you," I said politely.

"Same here," Marshall stated.

"Alrighty, you two ready to order?" He fidgeted with his notepad, glancing around the restaurant nervously. Marshall and I shared a look before he went first. After I gave the Jonathan my order he said rushed, without making eye contact with either one of us,

"I, uh, yes, coming right up... It'll be one moment, please excuse me." Jonathan then hustled away. Marshall and I shared a confused look.

"Why's everyone so weird here? Are they like, really busy and don't care about us or something?"

"I have no idea," I replied. I actually did have a suspicion as to why the workers were being so weird towards us; I just didn't want to believe it. It couldn't be true, right?

I brushed it off my shoulders for now and focused on my handsome date across from me. For a while now he's been rambling on about music or something, I wasn't really listening. I was too zoned out staring at his stupidly gorgeous face. More precisely, the way lips moved when he talked and how smooth they looked. I wanted to kiss them so badly.

"...What do you think?" I was broken out of my trance.

"What did you say? Sorry, I was distracted."

"Oh my glob, were you even listening to a word I said?"

"...Not really, no..."

"Ugh! Honestly, I thought I meant something to you, but now I know how you really feel," Marshall frowned and wiped away a fake tear before laughing.

"Oh, please. You know you mean the world to me," I smiled and took ahold of his hand on the table, brushing my thumb over his knuckles. "What were you saying before? I'll actually listen this time, promise." I rested my chin in my palm, my full attention on him. A faint pink color dusted across Marshall's cheeks as he smiled cutely.

"Doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is just you, and me..." He copied my actions and for what seemed like forever, we just stared into each other's eyes, stupid grins plastered on our faces. Glob, I don't know how many times I've gotten lost in those eyes of his. I had fallen in love with them. And the more I stared at him, it suddenly hit me, it wasn't just his eyes that I had come to fall in love with.

It was all of him.

This wasn't just some fantasy love like I've felt in the past. It wasn't a schoolgirl crush. I wasn't just in love with the idea of being with Marshall. This was real, and this was true.

Unfortunately, our loving moment was quickly interrupted by our waiter. He wasn't accompanied with our food, but instead two buff guys who appeared to be security and a stern looking lady. The woman spoke up first.

"I'm very sorry we have to do this, but you two need to leave," she said in a hushed tone, voice stern and full of power. Marshall and I shared a look.

"May I ask why?" I asked. It appeared my suspicions were correct, and that really sucked.

"Yes well, you two have violated our "No PDA" policy and it's making the customers here uncomfortable. Obviously, we want them to feel comfortable and safe here, and we can't have you disturbing the peace. I'm sure you understand. Now please, if you would follow me out."

"I don't understan-"

"Marshall." I shook my head, signaling him to stop talking. I stood from my chair and pulled Marshall out of his. Together we were escorted out of the restaurant, the doors slamming behind us. I started to walk towards he car but Marshall stopped and was now staring blankly at the sidewalk, hands stuffed in his pockets. I turned and looked at him for a moment before walking back up to him.

"Hey, don't think about it, alright? They're just assholes," I gripped his biceps gently. "Come on, let's just go to the car." We entered the car and sat in silence for a moment.

"I don't get it. What PDA policy? And how'd we violate it? We weren't even doing anything..." Marshall mumbled, eyes focused in front of him. That's when I realized that Marshall didn't know what just happened to him. He hasn't been openly gay for most of his life like I was. Only up until recently he thought he was straight. He's never been discriminated for his sexuality, and didn't truly understand what it was like.

"Marshall, I don't think you get it."

He turned towards me. "Get what?" I just looked at him for a moment. He really didn't understand, did he?

"We were kicked out for being gay, Marshall. Not because of some fake rule..." He stared at me for a minute before slowly turning away and putting his keys in the ignition. Without another word, we pulled out of the parking lot and we're back on the road.

"Do you regret doing this now?" I asked after a while.

"What do you mean?" He replied, not taking his eyes off the road.

"I mean this whole dating another guy thing... I know it's all new to you and everything. I just want to know if you regret asking me out now because of what happened back there.. And if you are, then I'm sorry I'm troubling you. I mean, it's not going to be easy dating me. I'm flamingly gay and certainly look it, and some people don't like that. Not that I care, I've been dealing with this kinda thing for a while now and I'm used to it. I'm just worried about the hate you're going to receive and how you're gonna take it. I don't want you to get hurt because of me..." I ranted. Marshall stayed quiet and kept driving. "If you don't want to continue this, I completely understand. But if you do, I'm warning you now, it's not going to be a simple walk in the park."

Marshall pulled the car to the side of the road and turned to me finally. "Barnaby. I don't care what other people think about us. They can say whatever they want but that's not going to change how I feel about you. I finally have you now and I'm not going to let you go because some asshat doesn't like it... And if anyone gives you shit about your sexuality or anything else, you come to me and I'll take care of 'em. Got it?" He pointed at me. I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah yeah, I got it," I laughed. "I'm glad you still want to be with me, I was worried you were gonna change your mind about this whole thing."

"Never. And I don't care about what those close-minded fucks have to say, it's not about that. I'm just a little upset because I really wanted to take you out to somewhere nice... as kind of a way to say 'thank you' for always being there for me. You deserve the best and deserve to be spoiled and I wanna be the one to do it." Marshall smiled and grabbed a hold of my hand, pulling it up to his lips to give it a kiss.

"No no no, please don't spoil me. I mean, I appreciate it, I really do. But I'd go literally anywhere if it meant going with you. You could've taken me to a landfill and I still would've had the time of my life."

"Well I'm glad to hear you're excited for our next date because a trip to a big trash pile is about all I can afford now after tonight," he laughed.

"I told you I would help pay but nooo, Mr. "Don't worry about the price" has got it all covered. Where'd you even get the money anyways? Simone?"

"No no, I saved up a bunch of cash. I couldn't take her money, then it'd be like her paying for you instead of me."

"That's dumb logic." I rolled my eyes.

"You're dumb logic. I'm the one taking you on a date so it should be my money being spent."

"Fair enough."

We then sat in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the peace and quiet. Until a loud grumble erupted from Marshall's stomach and we laughed at it.

"Fuck it, we're going to Taco Bell." And then we were off.

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"I'm really happy we did this. You don't even know how long I've been waiting for you to ask.." I flashed him a smile, swinging our hands back and forth as we walked up to my porch.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to ask you," Marshall retorted. We stopped in front of the front door and faced each other, gripping each other's hands. I smiled and pecked his lips. "Speaking of asking questions, I was meaning to ask you something..." He trailed off, staring down at his shoes.

"Ask me what?"

Marshall lifted his head and his eyes held a certain look. "Will you be my boyfriend?" He asked and my heart skipped a beat. Instantly, I grinned from ear to ear and latched myself onto him. He stumbled back a little but quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around and laughing.

"Yes, of course!" I exclaimed after he put me down. I grabbed his face and smashed my lips against his out of pure passion and exhilaration. Another large grin was forming on my face so I had to pull away. Marshall was beaming as well when I looked at him, his pearly white teeth still blinding, even in the darkness. His eyes were squinted and his nose was scrunched so cutely, the sight made me smile even more. "A million times yes!"

Marshall leaned in and our lips met in a sweet, romantic kiss that lasted for a few seconds. We pulled away and embraced each other in a hug. "Now I'm really happy," Marshall said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Aw, I'm happy too. No, I'm more than just happy, I'm ecstatic!" I pulled away from our hug to kiss him again. "Glob, thank you so much for tonight. Everything was perfect and I loved it. Even getting kicked out of that stupid restaurant," I said with a chuckle. "It just really means a lot to me that you did all this. So, thank you, Marshall Lee."

"Anything for you," he smiled charmingly. "So, did I prove that I could be romantic?" He winked.

I thought back to the night I stayed over and remembered the little bet/argument we had. A laugh left my mouth from being reminded of how stupid that seemed. "Yes, Marshall, you've definitely proved that you're a hopeless romantic."

"Good." He smirked.

"Well, now what? Should we tell our friends about us, or do you think we should wait?"

"Hmm... I don't know. Part of me just wants to shout from the rooftops that you're mine, but I also think we should wait at least a few days. What do you think?"

I could feel my cheeks heating up from the first thing he said. "I think it's safe to wait. Ugh, but I want to tell them now, too. I don't know, we'll figure it out later."

"Story of my life: "I'll just do it later,"" he laughed. I let out a chuckle before enveloping him in another hug.

"I guess I should probably head inside now..." I pulled away and kissed his cheek, resulting in an adorable blush to appear on his cheeks. "I'll see you Monday, okay?" Marshall nodded in response. "Once again, thank you so much for everything. Tonight was amazing."

"Yeah yeah... it was nothin'. I'm glad you liked it." Marshall smiled a cute little grin and shrugged his shoulders. "I better get going. Schwabble is probably hungry."

"Right, right. Don't want to keep her waiting," I winked. Marshall laughed.

"I'll see ya later," he kissed my lips softly and pulled away, punching my arm playfully. "Nerd." He smirked as he walked away towards his car.

"Bye, Marsh. Drive safe." I waved and he got in his car and drove away. I went inside and immediately ran to my bedroom and plopped myself on the bed, hugging my pillow with a stupid grin on my face. I spent the rest of the night reminiscing on all the fun we had.

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Once I pulled into my driveway, I just sat there for a minute, thinking about tonight, a dumb smile still on my face. When I reached my front door I couldn't help but just sigh contently. Tonight was just perfect. Minus the getting thrown out part.

I put the key in the keyhole and went to unlock my door, but strangely it was already unlocked. Weird. I shrugged it off, thinking I must've forgot to lock it when I left, and walked inside of my small house. It was dark so I turned on the light, expecting to at least see a furry white cat perched on the couch. Instead, I saw a sad looking figure sitting there. My smile instantly dropped.

"Bonnie?"

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lol remember when I said I was gonna update soon? I should stop making promises I can't keep.
Enjoy this long update for being patient!
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