Life Goes On

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Minneapolis, Minnesota
November 8, 2000

Rachel POV

I seemed to fall all over in love with Marshall after that stupid dare. One meaningful kiss was all it took for me to remember how much I loved this man, after all these years of forgetting what exactly that felt like.

"Hey Rachel" I look up to see the man I was just zoning out about.

"Oh hey, aren't you supposed to be getting ready?" I ask him. It was about 5 minutes before he had to go on stage.

"Yeah but then I saw you out here lookin lonely" He says with a smirk. I giggle at his stupid excuse to come and talk to me.

"Hey uh, you wanna maybe come by my room tonight after the show?" He asks me seeming a little self conscious.

"What about the after party? I heard it's at some luxurious strip club" I say sarcastically.

"Nah, I'd rather hang out with my personal stripper" Marshall says jokingly.

"Shut up" I say laughing.
"But for real, you'd rather hang out with me rather than with your boys and some hot groupies" I ask in a testing type of way.

"Yeah, why not?" He says.

"Em, you got 2 minutes until you go on stage!" Paul shouts.

"So?" He asks me again cause I haven't answered him yet.

"I'll think about it" I say as I walk away.

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Rachel POV

As the show ends I'm still debating if I should stop by Marshall's room. Should I? I want him but I don't want him to think that this is a friends with benefits type of thing that we've done in the past. As much as I want attention from him, I simply can't go back to that place of having absolutely zero commitment for him. I'm so confused, I need to call Deja soon to get some advice, we haven't talked in a while cause of our busy lives.

Without thinking about it to much more, I head to his room and knock on his door.

"Hey you came" He says letting me in.

"Yeah of course" I say and sit on the edge of his bed. I see that he only has a towel wrapped around his waist. I couldn't help but to stare.

"Sorry I just took a quick shower" He says explaining himself.

"Oh yeah that's fine" I say trying to keep eye contact with him.

He goes by his closet and completely drops his towel allowing me to full on see his whole ass.

"Marshall!" I say surprised.

"What? You've seen it all before" He says with a smirk. He now turns around and I can fully see his junk.

"Oh my god Marshall" I say and turn my eyes away from him. I can feel my cheeks burning letting me know how red my face probably is.
"I'm for real about to leave, I didn't come here for a strip tease" I say jokingly.

"Okay, okay I'm dressed" He says and I slowly turn my head and see that he's got some sweatpants on.

"Thank god" I say feeling relieved.

He lays down on the bed and puts his head onto my lap. I smile down at him sweetly.

"So whats up?" He says looking up at me.

"I don't know, your the one that invited me" I say beginning to play with his short blonde strands of hair.

"So that kiss the other night" He says getting straight into it.

"What about it?" I ask him playing dumb.

He leans up to sit next to me.
"I know we both felt something, it wasn't just some dumb ass dare" He says looking at me.

"It was a good kiss, but I can't say it made me feel something special though" I lie. I don't want him to know that I've been thinking about this kiss ever since it happened.

"Well I can't stop thinking about that kiss. I can't stop thinking about you actually" He says looking into my eyes. This. Right. Here. This is the Marshall that I know. The sensitive and loving man that I once knew years ago.

"Yeah?" I ask with a smile.

"Yeah" He says. He glances down onto my lips multiple times before I lean in.

We lean in connecting our lips gently. I can literally feel the emotion he's putting into this kiss. The sparks, the fireworks, the butterflies that make it special and love filled.

I pull away looking into his eyes. I can see something in his eyes that I haven't seen in years.

"I fuckin love you" Marshall says causing me to blush. I can feel my heart swell up with emotions.

"Marshall, I love you to" I say truthfully. This moment right here couldn't feel anymore right.

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Sacramento, California
November 18, 2000

Rachel POV

"So then what happened?" Deja asks me. I finally got the chance to call her.

"He told me he loves me" I say smiling as I say it.

"Bitch oh my god! , so that was what? Like more than a week ago, what's happened since?" She asks me excitedly.

"Well he's definitely been busy but we've hung out and talk a bit more" I say.

"Well... did you get some?" She says and I just know she's smirking like an idiot.

"Bitch you're so nosey, but no" I say a little disappointed.
"We haven't had time!" I say as I walk out of the small bathroom in the tour bus.

"Girl, there's always an extra 5 minutes to get it on" She says giggling.
"You just won't give it to him, huh" She says.

"No I want it, I want it bad but I can't bring myself to fully do it. I trust him and everything but in the back of my head I just can't fully trust him. I don't want to sleep with him then hear that he's fucking some other bitches on the side, ya know?" I ask Deja. I then see Marshall getting out of his bunk.
"Hey I gotta go, I'll call you in the morning?" I tell Deja.

"Oh yeah sure and I totally feel you, call me back so we can talk more, bye bitch love you" She says before hanging up.

"Hey who were ya talkin to?" Marshall asks me as he walks towards me looking sleepy. He must of gotten woken up from my phone call.

"Oh it was just Deja" I tell him. He leans in to give me a quick peck before sitting across from me in the small table booth on the bus.

"Sorry if I woke you" I say glancing at his watch seeing it's nearly 2 am.

"Nah I couldn't sleep anyway" He says looking at me.

"What we're you guys talkin about?" Marshall asks very curiously.

"Oh just girl talk" I say briefly.

"Alright baby" He says. I know he heard me say that I don't fully trust him, fuck.

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