Love Locked

Carl

I woke up with puffy eyes. I felt like crap, and why did my head hurt so much?

I remembered last night and groaned. Marshall probably thought I was a fucking loser, or that I just wanted his attention. I mean I do, but I really was upset last night, speaking of....

I looked down at my arms, and saw that large finger shaped bruises covered them.

"Well fuck, I can't let my moms see this..."

I looked for a long sleeved shirt, and settled on a large basketball sweater, that I use to wear in my chubby sporty days.

"Carl are you ready!?" I heard my sister calling from the living room.

"Yee!" I called back down as I fixed my hair in the mirror, and struggled into my jeans.

"At least I get to see Marshall today..." I thought to myself. I couldn't help but smile when I thought of Marshall and Tony, my best buddy's.

I pulled out my phone in my sisters car and texted them both.

Let's have a guys night!

Tony read it instantly but didn't respond, then Marshall read it and I got excited.

Sounds like a plan!

I almost cheered out loud. I knew today is going to be a good day.