Fireflies

Chapter 9 - Leave Me Alone! Or Not...

Detroit, December 1996

~Sandra's POV~

We all sorta woke up the next morning after the biggest rave party ever!! Luckily, we were having a good time and most of the people like Bizzare and Kuniva got drunk and passed out xD I woke up having no headache at all since I don't like to drink alcohol or any shit like that. I got up and headed to the bathroom when I stepped on something. I looked down and it turned out to be Marshall! "You're on my fucking face!!!" He breathed as I took off my foot off his ugly face. I smirked and rubbed my foot again against his face. "Fuck, get off my damn face bitch!!" He said while I was laughing the hell off at him. Finally, I took off my foot off his face and continued my way to the bathroom.

~Marshall's POV~

She finally took her fucking foot off my face and it looked like she was going to the bathroom or something. Fuck, I really did miss her ass. But, finally she's here and I hope for a while man! I really need her to know that I ain't mad at her or no shit like that. I just missed her so much, that's all! I hope she understands.

I sat on the couch and turned on the tv. Thank god today is another day off for me too! Yes, I got me a new job at Gilberts Lodge. I really wasn't in the mood for working, man. Not that I was in a bad mood or anything, I just didn't feel like work today. I heard footsteps behind me and I turned to the direction of where the footsteps were coming from. It was Sandra. She suddenly went the other way instead of the couch. "Where you going?" She turned around and said, "I'm going out for a walk, wanna come with?" I nodded and I grabbed the keys from the table and followed her outside.

We started walking up the road when a bunch of guys came running down the pathway screaming some shit like, "Ay, white kid! What you doing here in Detroit?!" One of them ran right past me and shoved me aside. Fucking assholes. I glared but kept walking along with Sandra. "What the fuck was that about?" I took a deep breath and said, "Nothing, don't worry about it."

We got to a nearby icecream shop and so we went to it. As we bought our icecreams and sat down at a table for two, I felt so depressed. I'm a fucking twenty three year old fucker and still I get bullied or sometimes even jumped on my block. Sandra looked up from her phone and said, "What is wrong with you? You seem so depressed. Is it me who's upsetting you Marshall?" Fuck, I love when she says my name. Wait, what?! I HAVE A DAMN GIRLFRIEND AND A CHILD! Jesus christ!

We made eye contact and I simply said, "Nothing, I'm just tired, that's all..." I looked at my icecream as it started to melt very slowly. She took my hand and said, "If it was those guys.." She looked at me sympathetically but I just stared back at her blankly.

A COUPLE MINUTES LATER

We finally decided it was time to go back home. We left a little tip on the table and left the icecream shop. Sometimes, I feel like I need Sandra here and in my life. Without her, it wouldn't be the same. Seems corny but, it is what it is.

~Sandra's POV~

We got closer to each other and for some reason I felt so good next to him. I have these mixed emotions about him and all I needed from him was this. This is why I love him and the other guys too. They are just like him, especially Proof. He is like our brother as well as our bestie!!! And Marshall by now should know that, if he needs the help or comfort, I will be there reguardless of everything else. I want him to know that for the rest of his life. I will hopefully always be in his life and I can see us being besties for a lifetime!

Even though I always wanted a bit more than just a friendship with him, I knew that now it just can't happen. He has a lovely and beautiful daughter and I'm sure that Kim has changed a bit too. It would've been better if we all got along for example, me and Kim. Despite that, everything else is great and has fallen into place like it should have been. Just as I was daydreaming and thinking about this, I hear Marshall groaning in pain. He was on the floor, covering his right eye.