We Go Way Back

He's Waited For So Long...

        It was the night of Marshall's friends party, and I was hella nervous. Marshall had volunteered to get my shit out of my dads trailer. He did a good job of getting everything I owned which wasn't a lot.
        I was currently scraping together a decent outfit. I finally found a good pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, with my old and worn out pair of Docs my mom had passed down to me. 
       After scrambling everything together to get ready, I was finally done. It was only 10:25 and parties started whenever the most people had shown up.
        I ran outside and looked around for Marshall, who was in the car with his headphones on listening to his Walkman. He was looking down and possibly writing something so I quickly climbed in the passenger seat, not even bothering to pull a prank on him because of how shitty I felt.
        I dug around in my little bag and pulled out a cigarette and my blue Bic lighter that had barely worked. Then I remembered how much he hated it when I smoked so I reluctantly put them back. By this time Marshall had acknowledged my presence and smiled strangely at me. I blushed and immediately thought the worse.
        He pulled off his headphones and tossed them in the back seat along with his Walkman. He started the car and began driving, glancing at me every now and then.
        I finally had enough of it and turned to him as he glanced at me again.
        "What's wrong? Why have you been lookin at me like that?" I asked him, covering my arms because I was cold and felt self conscious without my hoodie.
        A look of confusion crossed his face as he kept his eyes on the road. I inwardly awwed because of the cute facial expression but kept my game face on.
        "Want my hoodie?" he asked, his face full of concern. I smiled gratefully but shook my head no, I'm just gonna end up feeling bad for him and giving it back anyway.
       "Nah, I'm good," I told him, pushing myself to toughen up. He eyed me again, but then brought his eyes to the road ahead of us.

******10 minutes later******
       
        So far things were going great, I'd met some pretty chill people, they had good taste in music, and there was a lot of alcohol and drugs being passed around. I had already downed 3 beers and 2 shots of something hard out of pure nervousness, so I was definitely on a little buzz.
        For the first 10 minutes Marshall stuck by my side, never leaving. Eventually I forced him to leave and actually have fun by hiding in the bathroom while he had been talking to the friend who hosted the party. Well, at least I hoped he was having fun and not looking for me.
        I pressed my ear to the door of the bathroom, not listening to anything in particular. I exhaled out my nose and looked in the mirror, fixing my hair and smudged eyeliner. I opened the door and turned the light off, ducking out of the way as a football nearly took my head off.
        I followed a group of trashy blondes back to the living room, this place was fucking huuuge.
        "Silence, over here," I heard Marshall call my name. I whirled around, spotting his blond head in the kitchen.
        I debated whether I should go over there or not, but eventually I walked over, dodging drunken people as I went.
        "Aye this is my good friend Silence, Silence this is Deshaun,  aka Proof," Marshall slurred as he pointed back and forth from me to Proof.
        I turned to look at Proof, smiling as I took his warm hand. He was pretty attractive I might add.
        "How you doin'?" he asked me as he grinned.
        "I'm aight I guess considering this is the 2nd party I've been to in my entire life," I nodded. Marshall shoved a drink in my hand and I drank it not even bothering to ask what was in it. The liquid burned down my throat as I swallowed and I tried not to cough.
        "For real? Damn," Proof shook his head as he held his drink up to his mouth, never taking his eyes away from my face.
        "Yeah, she's a fuckin' loser," Marshall wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me close. I rolled my eyes and elbowed him in the ribs. The weak force sent him onto the floor, barely missing a random guy.
          Proofs laughter tickled me and I too began busting up with laughter. Marshall had lay there a few minutes before slowly getting up with the help of the both of Proof and I.
        "I'm- I'm fuckin' ready to party," Marshall slurred.
        "He's so out of it," I shook my head, a smile on my lips.
       "Aye Redgie! Get yo fuckin junkie ass over here!" Marshall yelled out to a tweaked out looking guy.
        Redgie spotted Marshall and warily made his way over, glancing behind his shoulder every now and then. His eyes were bugged out, even more than Marshall's, and he occasionally scratched at his arms and face as if there were bugs crawling all over him. I shivered, he reminded me of my dad.
        As Marshall got whatever he needed from him, I watched the people around me. People were dancing dirty almost everywhere, and everyone else was either passed out or drinking and smoking. I even caught some people doing coke and popping pills.
        I jumped when Marshall thrust a pill under my nose and I looked at him and laughed, noticing his eyes for the first time. His pupils were huuge! And he had a dopey grin on his face.
        I grabbed the pill and popped it in my mouth, not even bothering to ask what it was, I trusted Marshall enough, even though he was hella out of it.
        I walked over to a couch and plopped down, waiting for the drug to kick in. Marshall followed me and sat so close to me I could smell him. My heart fluttered a little, he smelt good.
        "This couch is.... really soft," I heard him mumble beside me. I looked at him and giggled, he was running his hand up and down the couch arm. Curious, I mimicked him and closed my eyes blissfully. It was soft. I rubbed my face on it, ignoring the heightened smell of cigarettes and sweat.
        I felt something tugging softly on my hair and I looked up at Marshall, who was staring right into my eyes while rubbing my hair in between his fingers. For some reason his eyes were extremely blue, almost like they weren't real. I looked at his fingers in curiosity. His skin looked really smooth. I ran my finger down his thumb and widened my eyes. Woah, his skin was softer than the couch!
        "Man," I heard Proof chuckle above me. I looked up at him and grinned. He stood there with a beer in his hand, looking down at us whilst shaking his head. He moved away to another part of the house and I looked back at Marshall, who was petting the bottom of my T-shirt.
        Suddenly, I became aware of the music around me, the deep bassy notes pulsating throughout my entire body. It was almost like I could see the music it was so loud and vibrating. I felt the urge to dance.
        I stood up and right there, I began to sway back and forth to the music, not having an ounce of insecurity. But not a second later did Marshall get up and follow suit with me. He grabbed my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck, and we just stood there, lost in the music and each other. I buried my face in his neck and rolled my eyes all the way in the back of my head in ecstasy at the smell of him, the feeling of his hands on me, and the music. The moment was perfect.
        "I love you Silence," he mumbled, and my heart flipped like 20 times, the butterflies in my stomach going wild. The feeling was too much, I began to laugh. He chuckled
        "I love you too," I whispered. He pulled me closer to him so that our hips were connecting.
        He pulled away and looked into my eyes and I melted. He leaned in and looked down at me through half-lidded eyes. My heart thumped so loud I was afraid he could hear it and notice how nervous I was. Suddenly, he closed the gap between us, our lips crashing together. It was as if sparks had erupted from our mouths contact, the racing of my heart and the butterflies in my stomach going crazy.
        I kissed him back, deepening it. His hands ran down my sides, my arms around his neck pulling his head closer. His tongue entered my mouth and pretty soon it was wrestling with mine.
        We pulled back to catch our breath after a couple minutes, grins on our faces. Suddenly a bright light flashed and our heads snapped just in time to catch Proof (a big ass smile on his face) with a Polaroid camera in his hands. The picture came out and he handed it to me and left again, and I couldn't help but laugh at how fucked up we looked.
        The picture was slightly blurry, and both me and Marshall had our faces directed at each other, dopey grins still plastered on our faces. Marshall grabbed it out of my hand and laughed along with me. He put the picture in his pocket and I frowned.
        "I wanted that picture," I told him, poking his cheek. He shook his head and grabbed my hand, using both hands to cup it to his mouth where he kissed my knuckles while staring intently through my eyes. My legs felt like jelly, and I smiled shyly at him for probably the first time in my life since I've known him. He protectively wrapped his arms around me, and I nestled my head in his neck again.
        "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that," he whispered in my ear. I shivered. I felt so happy and relaxed I could've cried. I haven't felt this happy since my mother was still alive.
        I looked up at his face, his piercing blue eyes holding my gaze. Tears blurred my vision of him and his brow furrowed in concern. He used his thumb to wipe a now fallen tear and kissed my forehead.
        "I haven't felt this happy... since..." I couldn't get the words out, swallowing the lump that formed in my throat. He held me tightly to his chest, shushing me.
        "Its okay," he whispered. Even though the party was raging on around us, I could hear him as if we were alone in an empty room. He let me go and grabbed my hand, pulling me through the house and out the front door. We sat on the front steps, only a couple sat outside about 10 feet away from us sitting on the hood of what I guessed was their car in each others arms.
        I wiped the falling tears away as fast as I could. Marshall wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to his body. I leaned my head in his neck, staring into the starry night sky.
        "I miss her," I sighed out in a whisper. He tightened his grip on me and kissed the top of my head.
        "I know..." he spoke softly. I felt guilty, putting my problems on him while he was trying to have a good time. I probably just killed his buzz.
        "We can leave if you want?" he asked me, not even an ounce of reluctance or hesitation in his concerned voice. I shook my head.
        "Just gotta man up is all," I rubbed the tears from my eyes and sat up straight.
        I felt his hand grab my wrist gently and I turned to look in his eyes, feeling a mixture of wild emotions.
        "What if I ran away from here and these fucked up memories?" I whispered as I looked back down at my lap. His grip tightened on my wrist.
        "I... I guess I'd have to come with you..." he told me. A small smile formed on my lips, but then quickly dropped as I heard a gun cocking. My head snapped in the direction of the noise, my mouth falling open as I saw the figure that I've grown to hate nearly my whole life.
        My dad stood only 10 feet away from both me and Marshall with a gun in his shaking hand, his finger on the trigger.        
        Marshall then quickly shoved me off to the side and lunged for my dad and the gun, but at the same time the gun went off and I screamed when they both dropped to the ground.
          Tears ran down my cheeks and I could barely breath as I ran towards them along with some other people that witnessed what happened. And all I could think was
        Fuck.
       

        **Holy shit you guys I fucking finished a chapter after what- nearly two years? Damn! That's a long ass time... My bad y'all, I've had a real tough year, personal shit really. Anyway, I've definitely changed a lot in my writing and self so things are going to be better. I started this when I was like... 13? Yeah, so I was super dorky n shit. Not saying I ain't a dork now but... y'know... Whatever... people change. Anyway, I hope that you guys are still willing to read this shit and you haven't given up on me. Thank you also for 477 fucking reads!!! Yeah buddy!! You guys make me smile, you honestly do. Well, till my next chapter. Bye for now-        
               *ColoredEyes*