My Everything || Marcus Baker x Reader

Trust is a Funny Thing

I had to end up leaving Abby's house late. Mom just called me out of nowhere and told Abby I would talk to her tomorrow.

By the time I was back home, Ginny and Dad had walked in talking about their night. Mom was sitting at the counter drinking wine.

"And that guy that did his entire piece in iambic pentameter?"

"That was wild!" Dad agreed with Ginny.

"Uh-oh," Dad said as Mom just looked at me. I was highly confused but kept my mouth shut.

"You guys had a good time?" She asked generally.

"I made a bunch of stupid memes with Abby,"

She nodded towards me and then to Ginny like she was thinking.

"Dad took me to this slam poetry in Boston. Every performance was bananas! Dad gets up on stage and, at first, I thought I was going to detonate, but you should've heard him. He did this entire piece on fatherhood. Langston Hughes in a leather jacket. It was really inspiring," Her night was more productive than mine sounds.

"Sounds it. You know I had an inspiring night too. Maybe I'll do a slam poetry about it. Let's see. Motherhood. Doing Laundry. Unscented Tide for sensitive skin. Suddenly, a face in the window," She looked at me and I looked down, "Betrayal, Disillusionment. Worry. Anger. Red Hot Anger. Rage. Questions. So many questions. Why is this strange visitor climbing through your window in the middle of the night? Why is he here so late? Are they having safe sex?" Wish I could say the answer was always yes, "Didn't they just break up for this exact reason? What the hell is going on? Anger. Fury! Motherhood," Then she snapped.

"Hmm. Not half bad," Dad spoke up.

"What, and I cannot express enough, the hell is he doing here so late?" She finally said.

"He's my boyfriend! It's not a big deal,"

"Mm-hmm,"

"Nothing has happened to be that bad. Why are you making a big deal out of this?"

"What was the last thing that happened? How often is this late-night Spider-Man routine?" She asked me.

"Oh, hi kettle. Meet pot. I think you two might hit it off." I've finally hit Ginny's level and there is no going back.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked furious.

"Something is going on between you and Dad. We saw it. Austin saw it. I bet Paul saw it and he is oblivious to most of the shit going on around here. He is my boyfriend and nothing is going to happen. That's all there is to it. And since when have you been putting away my laundry, I do it,"

"Is that supposed to be a threat? Be my guest, I was tryna be nice,"

"Where the hell is this coming from?! What is your problem?"

"Hey! Don't talk to your mother like that. She deserves your respect," Dad spoke up. This is an actual joke.

"Yeah, respect me, you little shit," She said to me.

"Fuck you," I walked away on the verge of tears.

"Fuck you, too," I heard steps coming from behind me.

I lay on my bed. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why did I say that to her? I don't want to reach a low of Ginny. I'll apologize to her tomorrow tonight I just need to go to bed and clear my head.

*In English*

"That's why I feel like I most belong with those people who will not be revealed so don't ask me," I finished and got claps from around the room.