Life Goes On

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Birmingham, Alabama
December 3, 2000

Rachel POV

"Then I brought Marco back to my hotel room" I say giggling on the phone to Deja.

"Bitch then what? Did y'all fuck?" Deja asks laughing.

"Nah, we just made out a little and mostly just talked about random shit. But Marshall saw him leaving my room this morning" I say seriously.

"Oh my god, has he come and tried to talk to you yet?" She asks curiously.

"No, but I know that's his way of acting like he's doesn't care"

"Girl, maybe he literally just doesn't care anymore"

"What about him trying to fight Marco last night? He may not really care but he's definitely jealous as fuck" I say.

"True, well if he's asks you if you slept with Marco just give off the energy that you did. It will literally drive him crazy. Especially since you guys haven't slept together in a while" She says and I can hear her evil smirk through the phone.

"He definitely already thinks I slept with him since Marco didn't leave until like 5 am. I don't think I should rub it in his face" I say seriously.

"Bitch he literally fucked Molly. He knew good and damn well that she was your friend" She says getting pissed.

"Damn your right, I'm about to be the biggest bitch towards him" I say teasingly.

"You should fuck 50" Deja says seriously.

"I'm honestly thinking about it, but I haven't really spoken to him ever since I kissed Marshall in front of him" I say beginning to feel sad because 50 was a really sweet friend.

"Well I'm sure you could start something back up with him" She says

"I don't know, because these guys are so tight around here. 50 won't do anything will me if he knows Marshall has"

"Damn, there's some serious bro code around there considering they pass groupies around like blunts" She says making me laugh.

"Yeah, well anyway I gotta go soon. Apparently Swifty is sick or something so I got to actually go work now" I say laughing.

"Damn good luck with that, and love ya bitch bye" She says before hanging up.

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I grab my things and head over to the guys room to see what's wrong with Swifty. I knock on the door a few times before someone finally answers. Of course Marshall answers the door.

"Is Swifty here?" I ask Marshall awkwardly.

"Yeah? Why?" He asks suspiciously.

"Motherfucker let her in!" I hear Swifty yell from inside the room. I giggle as Marshall moves aside and finally lets me through.

"So what's wrong?" I ask as I sit down next to him on the bed. I begin feeling his forehead and arms to see if he has a fever.

"I just feel like shit. Sore throat, headache, vomiting" He says looking up at me. I notice Marshall standing by the foot of the bed watching us.

"We'll you do have a small fever but nothing serious. Seems like you caught a touch of the flu. So stay hydrated, lots of rest, and honestly I wouldn't do any shows for the next few days" I tell him. He nods looking at me.

"Do you have any Tylenol or anything for your headache" I ask him.

"We have some Oxys" Marshall speaks up from behind me.

"Absolutely not, why do you even have that, that shit is extremely addictive" I say looking at him.

"Have these for now" I say pulling out a bottle of pain reliever out of my bag.

"Thanks Rachel" Swifty says.

"Remember what I said and if you need anything just call me" I give him a smile as I head towards the door.

"Alright, thanks again" He says. I walk out the door heading back to my own room quickly.

"Rachel wait" I hear Marshall call for me. I turn around to see him lightly jogging towards me.

"What do you want Marshall?" I ask already annoyed just by his presence.

"I just want to apologize for the whole thing with Molly. I shouldn't have slept with her knowing that you were cool with her" He says looking at me with a hopeless look.

"Is that it?" I ask in a bitchy tone.

"And I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime soon" He says picking at his fingernails.

"I can't, I'm talking to someone right now and I don't want to mess it up" I lie. I do this to make him jealous of course.

"With who? The guy from the bar?" Marshall says now sounding angry.

"Look, I gotta go" I say turning around and walking toward my room.

"Don't tell me your talking to Jesse again" He says following me.
"I know you fucked that guy from the bar by the way" He says and grabs my arm to stop me.

"That wouldn't concern you because we're not together so back the fuck off!" I yell.

"You're such a fucking whore" He says trying to piss me off.

"I'd rather be a whore than be with someone like you" I say trying to unlock my door.

"You don't mean that" He says stopping me again. Only this time he backs me up against my door.

"I wish I never went on this tour with you. I wish I never tried to makes things right with you! I wish I never invited you over for dinner that night that ended up ruining my perfect relationship!" I cry.

"Fuck you bitch! I'd rather be married to Kim again than ever spend another moment with you!" Marshall screams in my face.

I turn around and unlock my door. He comes in behind me and pushed my body against the door closing it. We smash our lips together as I pull on his shirt making him take it off immediately.

"You still hate me?" He asks me teasingly.

"Always will" I moan before connecting our lips back together. He picks me up and lays my back on the bed gently and craws on top of me holding himself up with one hand and his other wondering down into my pants.
"Mmm I've missed you" I moan into his mouth.
He gets up to pull my pants fully off along with his. He flips us over to where I'm on top sitting on his lap. I slowly begin to grind on him while I take my shirt off. I look down to see him looking at me like a piece of meat.
I bend down and connect our lips once again. I then feel him unclasp my bra making me throw it across the room. Marshall sits up and begins sucking on my nipple making me moan loudly.
I then quickly take my panties off and slide his own boxers down. Still looking at him, I slide him into me. He grabs my hips and slides me up and down. We both whimper quietly and continue to stare into each others eyes. I can't help but to think about how much I truly love this man even through all the fucked up moments.
"Fuck Rachel, I'm close" He growls. I pick the pace riding us through both of our orgasms.
"Fuck" I say as I climax. I roll down next to him and close my eyes ready to fall asleep.

"I love you" I hear him say next to me. I don't answer, instead I just put my arms around him and cuddle him falling into a deep sleep.

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