“It should be Proof.” Carly nervously whispers, as Marshall reaches over her and looks through the pep hole, as the knocking continues.
“Fuck!” Marshall agitatedly whispers, and then moves away from Carly and the door.
“Help me.” Marshall whispers, as he grabs Carly’s arm, and rushes to the bedroom.
Carly quickly helps Marshall with his zipper, snap and belt, then starts towards the bathroom, thinking to herself that it would be better if she just waited in the bathroom till they leave.
“Where are you going?” Marshall asks, as he grabs her arm and turns her quickly to face him.
“I thought if I . . .” Carly tries to explain, as Marshall quickly kisses her passionately, as the knocking gets louder.
“Well you thought wrong. Now answer the door.” Marshall says, as he gives her another quick kiss, and then playfully turns her around to face the door.
Carly very nervously walks towards the front door, with Marshall very close behind her with his hands on her shoulders, and slightly nudging her to move faster.
“Don’t get pushy.” Carly jokily states in a whisper, as she reaches for the door knob, and Marshall quickly places his hand over hers and smiles, and then slowly moves closer to her and kisses her, and then gazes into her green eyes, trying to reassure himself that he knows what his heart is doing, as the phone rings, bringing them out of their trance.
Carly and Marshall glances simultaneously over at the phone, then Marshall looks out the pep hole and sees Proof on his cel-phone, and then quickly motions for Carly to get the phone, but quickly moves across the floor himself, and grabs the phone from her with a large smile on his face.
“Hello.” Marshall nonchalantly says in his best Slim Shady voice, into the phone, as Carly stands close to him with a confused look.
“SLIM!” Proof very loudly agitatedly states into his phone, as Marshall holds in his laugh.
“Who?” Marshall simply asks in the same voice, as Carly walks over and looks out the pep hole, then back at Marshall with a smile on her face.
“I know it’s you! Answer the . . . door!” Proof states as calmly and as clean as he can into the phone, as Hailie looks up at him.
“You who? I don’t recognize . . .” Marshall playfully asks, as Proof takes a deep breathe then interrupts him.
“It’s good to hear you in such a . . . good mood. Now if you don’t open the . . . door.” Proof states, as he sensors himself in front of Hailie again.
“You sound like a fuckin CD that Cheney gotten a hold of.” Marshall matter factly states, as Carly opens the door and smiles at Hailie, who seems to be totally agitated at the whole thing.
“Hello Hailie. Would you like to come in, while the children play on the phone?” Carly asks, as she smiles at Hailie who giggles as she glances up at Proof, before walking in the door, as Proof quickly closes his cel-phone and follows her in the door.
“YO! You hung up on me!” Marshall jokily states, as he crosses the floor, and sees Hailie, and forgets all joking and kneels down as she rushes to him.
“Daddy!” Hailie squeals, as she rushes over to him and wraps her tiny arms around his neck and squeezes tightly, as Proof and Carly glances at each other, and give each other a friendly smile, as Proof thinks to himself that he has to be in the Twilight Zone, because last night all Slim wanted to do was kill the man that planted the drugs on him, now he’s all smiles and joking around.
Hailie notices her Daddy’s hands swollen and bruised, and the butter fly band aide, but doesn’t say anything, as they kiss each other and he stands back up, both all smiles as Hailie looks up Carly then up at Marshall, who are standing semi close.
“Hailie this is my friend Carly. Carly this is my daughter Hailie.” Marshall proudly says, as the two shake hands, as Proof still totally confused with Marshall’s look and actions clears his throat, and Marshall glances over at him.
“And this Proof.” Marshall says, as Carly shakes his hand also, and tries to smile, but can tell by Proof’s facial expression that something on his mind.
“I assumed you still wanted this.” Proof says, as he hands Marshall his overnight bag, as they all kinda of stand looking at each other awkwardly, for a few seconds.
“Would anyone like something to drink?” Carly nervously asks, as she moves towards the kitchen, as Proof notices Marshall watching her very closely move across the floor, as Hailie follows her.
Marshall watches Carly move across the floor and smiles to himself, as he notices Hailie follow her, perfectly content.
I have un-sweeten tea, Pepsi, and spring water.” Carly rattles off, as she looks in the refrigerator at the choices, then glances back at Marshall and Proof still standing at the door, as Hailie climbs onto a bar stool at the counter dividing the large kitchen and living room.
“I have to take a shower.” Marshall says, as he glances over at Proof.
“I wanna talk to you in private first.” Proof states, as Carly is grabbing glasses from a cabinet, and then walks over to the counter.
“Okay. We can talk in the bedroom.” Marshall states, as he goes to the bedroom and Proof follows close behind, as Hailie watches them very carefully, and as soon as the door is closed looks over at Carly, who is watching her.
“I’ll have Pepsi.” Hailie states with confidence, as Carly gets a confused look, about the way she answered.
“You’re not allowed to have soda are you?” Carly asks, as she pours Pepsi in two glasses, as she watches Hailie’s expression very closely.
“No. But a person gets tired of drinking juice all the time.” Hailie states very grown up, as Carly hands her the glass, and they both smile at each other.
“Wait! Your not allergic too anything in it are you.” Carly quickly asks in concern.
“No! Dad just worries too much.” Hailie states, then takes a drink.
“Good. I hate for you to turn orange or something strange like that. I don’t think your Dad would be too happy.” Carly jokily states, and they both laugh.
“Do you have any kids?” Hailie asks, after a few seconds of silence between them, as Carly is walking around the counter and sits down beside her.
“Sorry I don’t. I have two nieces one twelve and one eight.” Carly explains, as she thinks about anything they may have left behind on their last visit, that Hailie may be interested in.
“I think they may have left some movies.” Carly says, as she rushes over to the entertainment center, and looks over her DVD collection.
“You have a choice of Power Puff Girls, Scooby Doo or The Backstreet Boys Chapter One.” Carly rattles off, but quickly stops, realizing she shouldn’t given the last choice.
“The Backstreet Boys.” Hailie joyfully states, as she rushes over to the sofa, and starts getting comfortable.
“Great! You’ve given his child soda with lots of sugar and caffeine, and now you’re letting her watch The Backstreet Boys. Carly you’re batting a thousand on every seeing him again.” Carly says to herself, as she puts the DVD in the player.
“Dad doesn’t like them. He says they annoy him, but not as much as that other band. I don’t like them either. I like when he makes fun of nsync. It’s funny.” Hailie explains, as Carly gets comfortable beside her, trying not to laugh, as thoughts of last night run through her mind.
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“Man! I don’t know who the fuck you are! I wanna fuckin’ know what the fuck you did with Slim!” Proof states, as soon as he shuts the door, as Marshall throws the overnight bag on the bed and opens it and starts pulling out his clean clothes.
“What’d fuck are you talking about?” Marshall asks in a confused tone, as he grabs his clothes and walks into the bathroom and tosses them on the counter, then returns to the bedroom for everything else in the bag, and glances at Proof obvious still waiting for an answer.
“The way you’re acting!” Proof states, as Marshall takes off for the bathroom again, but this time Proof follows him.
“How am I acting?” Marshall nonchalantly asks, as he struggles to pull off his t-shirt then his socks, as Proof lowers the lid on the toilet, and sits down.
“All I can say is, it must have been some damn good pussy to make you forget about last nights problem!” Proof states, as Marshall shoots him a dirty look, as he struggles with the belt buckle then the snap on his jeans.
“Help Me!” Marshall states, as Proof gives him a confused look.
“Help You What?” Proof nervously asks, as Marshall moves in front of him.
“Unsnap this! They’re new jeans and . . . Just Help Me!” Marshall agitatedly states, as he continues to struggle with the new snap.
“Sorry Slim! You must be crazy! I don’t every want to get that close!” Proof firmly states, as Marshall gets a fake hurt look, as he again struggles with the snap.
“DAMN IT! I can’t” Marshall totally agitated states.
“Neither can I! Get your bitch to help you!” Proof states between his laughing, as he watches Marshall struggle with the snap.
“Fuck You!” Marshall states in a huff, then storms out of the bathroom, from the other door, that leads straight to the living room.
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