📂 OPEN FILE : FOOLS (marcus baker)
─── ❝ only fools fall for you, marcus baker,
and i am not one of them, ❞ ───
︴ 3rd person point of view
︴ marcus baker x fem oc!
︴ full description inside
︴ slow updates
︴ read in dark mode
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THE PAIR STUMBLE into Marigold's room, Marcus trying to hold the girl up so she doesn't fall. He clamps a hand over mouth so she doesn't make a lot of noise, completely aware of her father sleeping in the room a few feet away. He helps her onto the bed, her feet dangling off the edge. He slowly begins to take her shoes off.
"Marcus, can you do me a favour?" Marigold asks the boy to which he nods his head. "My dad has this vodka bottle downstairs in the cupboard under the island. Can you go and get it for me?"
He nods his head before scampering along to her door, his steps light on the hardwood floor. He disappears out of Marigold's sight for a few minutes before he walks back in with the bottle in hand. He makes sure to lock the door behind him.
"My heart was literally in my throat when I was getting this," Marcus exasperates, handing the drink over to the girl. "Your dad terrifies me."
"Imagine living with the man."
Marigold twists the lid open, swigging at the drink without thinking. She takes large gulps multiple times, her vision blurring.
"You should stop drinking, Goldie. You're going to be passed out drunk in a few minutes," Marcus points out to her, trying to take the drink away from her hand. "Give me the bottle, Marigold."
"Ooh, scary. Marigold," the girl mimics, slapping her right hand over her mouth because of how loud she's being. "I need to shhhhh!"
Marigold feels like she's on cloud nine. Her mind is free of any thoughts, her lungs filled with what feels like carbonated air.
"Come on, Goldie. Give me the bottle."
Marigold intakes the liquid one last time before handing the bottle over to Marcus. She watches him place the bottle on her vanity, turning his attention back to her.
"Let's get you into bed, Miss Moon," Marcus sighs.
"Marcus, I want to try something," Marigold whispers to the boy in the dark, getting up from her bed to where Marcus is standing. "Can I?"
Marcus nods, not knowing what he's getting himself into. Marigold takes a hold of Marcus' hand and leads him to her bed. She helps him take his shoes off before asking him to sit against her bed frame.
Marcus reluctantly does what she says, having some idea on what could possibly happen. His whole body freezes when she lifts herself onto his lap, rocking her hips the way she saw Abby do earlier. Her hands are clutching the bed frame tightly.
