“What the . . . !” Marshall says in confusion, as he storms into the living room, and his eyes fall on the television screen that Carly and Hailie are intensely watching, as he stops beside the sofa.
“What’s Wrong?” Carly asks in concern,
as she glances up at him.
“Turn that . . . off! It’ll warp
your brains!” Marshall demandly states, as he looks down at Carly, as he gives
his jeans a tug, as Hailie attention stays glued to the television screen.
“Excuse Me? This is what we’ve chosen
to watch! And we happen to out number you!” Carly firmly states, as she stands
up, and then firmly grabs at his jeans and roughly unsnaps them, smiling and
trying not to get lost in his perfect blue eyes.
“Now go take your shower!” Carly
instructs, as Marshall opens his mouth to comment, but quickly decides against
it, as she shoots him a playful mean look and winks, and he slowly turns around
to see Proof standing in the bathroom doorway, with a large smirk on his face.
“WHAT?” Marshall agitatedly says
to Proof, as he rushes past him.
“You sure you didn’t hit your head
last night?” Proof comments, as he shuts the bathroom door and looks over at
Marshall who is struggling to get his jeans off from around his ankles.
“Do you Mind? I would like some privacy!”
Marshall comments, as he breaks loose from his jeans and walks over to the
shower in his boxers, and struggles to turn on the water as he tries to ignore
Proof.
“Whatever!” Proof says, and then
goes to join Carly and Hailie in the living room.
Proof sits and squirms in the
chair at the annoying noise, as Carly and Hailie intensely watch the Backstreet
tape, both commenting about which member, song and video is their favorite.
After about twenty-five minutes
Marshall finishes his shower and dresses, grateful that Proof brought sweats,
so he’ll no longer need anyone’s help.
Marshall opens the bathroom door
that leads to the living room and laughs to himself, as he looks over at Proof
that has a totally disgusted, bored look on his face, and motions for him to
come back in.
“So what have they been doing?”
Marshall nosily asks, as he starts brushing his teeth, as Proof starts to pace
around the small room.
“Man! What is your problem? Wasn’t
the plan to go get the Motherfucker! That tried to set you up.” Proof curiously
comments, as Marshall spits out the toothpaste, and looks up at him and grins.
“Isn’t that why am getting
dressed?” Marshall curiously asks, as Proof just rolls his eyes, as Marshall
rinses his mouth.
“Why are you getting DRESSED to go
fight? Last night all you wanted to do was kill the motherfucker! Today it’s
like I have to sleep late, play on the phone and shower first.” Proof states
mocking Marshall’s voice.
“Can’t I look good while I fight?
And Hailie doesn’t need her father going around looking like a bum.” Marshall
defensively states, as he grabs his personal stuff from the counter, and goes
through the door that leads to the bedroom and places the stuff back in his
overnight bag.
“On the subject of Hailie. When
did you start introducing her to bitches that you slept with?” Proof curiously
asks, as he follows Marshall to the bedroom and leans against a dresser.
“Well I haven’t” Marshall mumbles,
as he goes back to the bathroom and starts picking up his dirty clothes from
the floor, and Proof straightens up with a shocked look.
“What was that?” Proof quickly
asks, knowing he didn’t hear Slim Shady correctly, as he follows him to the
bathroom.
“We . . . didn’t.”
Marshall nonchalantly says, as he walks back in the bedroom, and starts
stuffing his dirty clothes into his overnight bag, and hits the knuckle on his
left hand and it starts bleeding again.
“FUCK!” Marshall yells out, then
goes back in the bathroom and grabs the washcloth on the counter, and applies
pressure as he holds his hand above his heart.
“What are you doing?” Proof
curiously asks, as he watches his best friend sit down on the edge of the tub,
and hold his arm up with the other hand holding on to the washcloth.
“Never mind. I don’t want to know.
So she didn’t give it up.” Proof comments, as he walks over to Marshall, and
peeks under the washcloth at his knuckle.
“There is a first aide kit under
the sink. And my sex life is none of your business.” Marshall says, as he
continues to hold his hand up, as he nods towards the counter.
“Since When!” Proof comments with
a laugh, as he walks over and grabs the first aide kit from under the counter,
and starts looking through it.
“Just Face It! You didn’t get any,
you’ve lost your touch, that’s why you don’t wanna talk about it.” Proof says,
as he grabs a band aide from the kit, and walks back over to Marshall.
“I Haven’t Lost My Touch. I want
the other kind. Carly used the other kind.” Marshall comments, as Proof is
opening a normal band aide, and then gives him an agitated look, as he walks
back over to the kit.
“Yeah!” Marshall says, as Proof
holds up a butter fly band aide, as he rolls his eyes.
“So do you plan on trying again?”
Proof asks, as Marshall lowers his hand, and Proof starts placing the band aide
over his knuckle.
“I would like to . . . But I kinda
of opened my big mouth and she’s probably counting down the minutes, too me
getting the fuck out of her life.” Marshall sadly states as he stands, and they
both walk back to the bedroom.
“Marshall.” Proof sincerely says,
as Marshall swings his overnight bag onto his shoulder, and starts to leave the
room.
“Yeah.” Marshall says, as he stops
and turns around to look at Proof.
“I haven’t seen that look in your
eyes for a very long, long time. Just be careful! And for God’s Sake Leave
Shady’s big mouth out of IT!” Proof sincerely says, as he walks over to
Marshall and they hug.
“Thanks.” Marshall says, as he
pats Proof on the back.
They both smile at each other, and
then walk into the living room.
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