Red String Of Love

Flashback

A/N: Hey guys! The chapter that was supposed to be up, I didnt bother to rewrite it. I truly apologize but I just didnt feel like it. The chapter didnt have anything major or important anyways, I just wanted something sweet between the strom that i'm brewing. like a comedic relief you could say, except its not comedic but smutty.
But because i love you guys so much, I wrote this short flashback instead. Enjoy it as much as you can while I finish editing the next chapter.

P.S. Thank you so much for your support and all your beautiful reviews! You guys are the best!

[I’m sitting on our large bed late in the morning, dressed in only a shirt I borrowed from my boyfriend as I have just recently woken up.  I pull my knees to my chest and hug them just as Marshall saunters into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist- having just got out of the shower- leaving his broad chest fully exposed. I don’t fail to notice the amount of love bites peppering his chest or the bright scratch marks on his back; all, results from our last night activity.

It’s been over a year and a half since I moved in with Marshall, and obviously it has been the best year of my life. But throughout that year I have come to realize that I am quite the jealous lover. I couldn’t really help it, with Marshall off in University while I’m here still stuck in high school. I hate it very much. I hate how we don’t attend the same school anymore. I hate our age gap. I hate our height gap. I hate that he has a life in Uni that I don’t know much about. I hate how Marshall has so many admirers that don’t know he’s taken. I hate how I'm acting childish and being jealous over something stupid. I wish I was as old as Marshall. I wish I was the same height as him. I wish I had more muscles.

That’s why I give him hickeys every time I can, I need to have all those fan girls and potential guys know that Marshall belongs to me. I need to claim what’s mine.  And I think Marshall knows why I do it. Yet he always acts like it doesn’t bother him one bit.  I hate how mature he acts towards that matter.

“They’re going to see it.” I say when I notice Marshall pull on a v-neck black shirt

“It’s fine, plus it’s pretty hot out there.” he says coolly

I grit my teeth as I watch him continue changing, why? Why doesn’t he scold me? Why is he acting like it’s no big deal? Like it’s totally cool? Why is he smiling like an idiot? Why won’t he complain? He knows why I do it, he knows. I know he does! So then, why? Why?

Marshall starts applying gel to his hair and when he catches my eyes in the mirror he winks. When he’s done he goes and sits beside me on the bed with smile as he leans in and gives me a kiss. It’s a soft good-morning kiss that makes my heart flutter.

“Mine.” I whisper before I could stop myself

“Yours.” He says then leans for another quick kiss

“I don’t have work today, but my last class will run later than usual. So I’ll be home around 9.” He says, “Want me to bring you anything?”

“Apple pie.” I hate that he spoils me, and pampers me. I hate it, but I love it.

“Roger.” Marshall gets up and pulls on his backpack and snatches a pink binder from underneath the bed before he calls as he leaves, “I’ll bring dinner tonight! See ya!”

“Bye!” I call out then hear the front door close shut. Why did they have to cancel school today? I sigh as I roll out of bed. I stretch my arms and twist my body then go wash up. When all that’s done with I stroll to the kitchen to whip me up a quick breakfast then find some way to waste the rest of the day.

Why did I go and finish all my homework? Why am I so smart?

Three hours later I’m still sprawled across the couch watching TV and killing off my brain cells when I decide to give Fiona a call and ask if she’s as bored as I am. But right when I’m about to dial her number something under the coffee table catches my eyes. I put my phone down, bend to check it out and gasp when I realize its Marshall’s essay that I helped him work on the previous Monday.

Fudge! What if it’s due today?

Immediately I speed dial Marshall but he doesn’t pick, he’s probably at a lecture now. Maybe I should drop it off? Suddenly the idea of going to Marshall’s university seems very interesting. Quickly I type a text to Marshall before running to change my clothes. I notice I’m wearing Marshall’s shirt and decide to keep it, who knows I might meet his admirers.  After I slip on pink skinny jeans I style my hair then I hurriedly grab my phone and Marshall’s paper and dash out.

Half hour later I find myself at the campus of Ooo, not knowing exactly where Marshall is I decide to roam around and hopefully spot him. Unfortunately though, minutes later I’m lost.  I find myself in the middle of a courtyard filled with picnic tables and benches. And just as I’m about to take a seat my phone vibrates.

“Bubbs! Fuck, I can’t believe I forgot that paper! Where are you?” he says and he sound out of breath as if he’s running

“I’m at your campus, but I think I’m lost.”

“Really? Tell me where you are exactly.”

“Um, looks like a courtyard, there’s a big cherry tree, and lots of picnic tables.”  I say while looking around

“Oh I know where you are, stay right there I’m on my way.”

“Ok.” I say then hang up and take a seat at a bench. Within few minutes a girl approaches me; her hair is dyed in a colour similar to wild berries, magenta pink, and she’s wearing a pastel green summer dress. She smiles at me and says,

“Hey, you! I haven’t seen you around, are you a freshman?”

“Uh, no. I’m still in high school.” I reply politely

“AW! You’re so cute! Will you join our campus next year? You should totally do it!” she exclaims

“I am planning to apply here.” I shrug

“Great! Are you here for a tour? I can totally show you around!”

“Um no th-“

“Berry, get away from him!”

We both look up and see Marshall Lee walking towards us, smiling I stand up and walk to him. If this girl has a secret crush on him, now’s the time to destroy it. I lean in and plant a kiss on my boyfriend’s cheek,

“Here’s your paper. I found it under the bed.” I say and emphasize the word bed, it’s a lie I know but desperate times call for desperate measures. I sneak a peek a Berry, she has a sour expression on; her eyes are narrowed and her arms are crossed. I turn away from her with an enigmatic smile, and then place my hand on Marshall’s hip. He gives me a what-was-that-all-about look but I just smile innocently. He chuckles just as some passerby student calls out,

“We get it already Marshall! Stop showing off your hickies!”

Immediately I feel the blood rush to my face while Marshall calls back, “Fuck off douchebag!”

“I told you they’ll see it!” I hiss at him

“And I told you it’s hot.” He replies nonchalantly as he looks through his paper.]