Shady's Forbidden Love

Maybe She Should Stay

Y/n's POV

Marshall doesn't want me to leave..? Why not? He's already helped me. What else does he want to do for me? I shouldn't stay too long. I don't want to make him feel like he has to help me. I can help myself. Besides, it might get uncomfortable time to time since I barely know the guy.

Why not, Marshall?

You're still not in good condition. I mean, you should clean yourself up before you get home. Do you maybe want me to run you a quick shower? I'll show you where it is upstairs.

Marshall, I could take a shower when I get home.

But you're probably better off here. You still can't really walk properly since your legs are hurting. You might need help with something. If you're at home and you slip and fall, who's gonna help you? No one. If you break your leg, who's gonna run and carry you to the hospital? No one.
Plus, your bruise is still really bad. I can help you with it.

Marshall, why do you keep thinking of the worst things that will happen to me? I'll be fine. Plus, I'm hungry so I should eat. I've got leftover pizza from yesterday in my fridge. Yummy, right?

No. Leftovers? Pretty gross.

Ah, and of course the teasing is back.

Y/n, I can make you dinner. Your stomach sounds like a fucking caged animal. You'll be starving by the time you get to your house. It seems pretty far.

Wow, really caged animal? Haha very funny Marshall. For the last time, I'll be fine. I don't want to bother you making it seem like I'm a girl you found on the streets asking for some charity help.

Well, I did find you on the streets.
But too late, I'm already making you dinner.

Did Marshall really just leave the coffee table and run to the kitchen? Is he being serious? I really don't want to stay here. I'm unfamiliar with this house so I'm kinda uncomfortable.
I watch over him getting plates, forks, and spoons from the kitchen cabinets. I don't even know what he's going to make me.

Marshall speaks up. You could watch some TV if you want. The remote is on the table in front of you.

Thanks Marshall.

Marshall's POV

Shit. What do I make her? I don't even know how to cook. Wait. I have microwaveable food in the fridge. I'll go look there. Let's see. ...Maybe I should make her the pasta? Yeah, sure why not. I'll get out the can. The instructions say to microwave it for 5 minutes. I'll put some into a plate and pop it into the microwave. While its heating up, I should really think about what I'm gonna do with Alaina, Hailie, and Whitney.
They probably shouldn't come over from Kim's tomorrow if Y/n is going to stay the night and be here during the morning. I don't even know if Y/n knows she'll be sleeping over. I should mention it to her last minute so that it will be hard for her to refuse. I'll call Kim asking her to let the girls stay at her house for an extra day saying I'm busy.  I love my girls but I should really help Y/n. I can't let a woman I just met, near my girls. They have their private lives and not something to expose out into the public. I don't know what Y/n is capable of.

I look over and see Y/n watching TV. I really do feel bad for what happened to her. She's so focused on the TV. She's practically covered in blankets right now. I think she's watching some horror movie at the moment. She looks pretty scared. Pretty entertaining to watch actually. I could tell a scary part is coming up because she's practically waving the blanket over her face as her eyes peek through it. It's actually pretty cute, I have to admit. The way her hair is kinda messed up looks adorable. I kinda wanna go there and sit next to her so she doesn't feel scared from the movie. But I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable. She might act different around me thinking I'll judge her. So I'll stay right here. I don't want her to stop every movement she's making right now.

My mind is interrupted by the sound of the microwave alarm clarifying that the food is done. I get out the plate and spread the pasta on both me and Y/n's plates. I put it on the dinner table. I make sure to give her a spoon, a fork, and a cup of water to drink from.

Y/n, the food's ready. You could come here to the dinner table.

Y/n gets up from the couch and comes over to the table.

Pasta. That sounds good right now, since you know, my stomach sounds like a caged animal and all.

Oh, speaking of that, I think I can hear it right now. We just need to stay really quiet.

Shut the fuck up. Let's just eat, okay?

I really wanna laugh but I'm trying to keep it in. Teasing her is really fun. I'll just smirk at her instead.
Okay, so we're eating dinner. Think of a conversation topic Marshall.

So since we're already having dinner, might as well stay for all that other stuff I mentioned earlier. The shower, fixing up your bruise.

I don't know Marshall.

Why not?

Because it's probably too much of a hassle for you having to take care of me. I don't want to bother you or waste your time.

Y/n, I'm offering to help you which means I want too. Plus, I practically forced you to come and eat dinner with me.

True. Also, nice cooking by the way.

Yeah..I didn't cook this.

Then who did?

I microwaved it.

Wow, Marshall! You've got some real skills!

Aye, microwaving is the only cooking I do in this house. I microwave just about everything. Or, you know, order take out.

You microwave everything?

Yup. Cereal, apples, candy. The usual.

Oh, Marshall! You have got to teach me your food making skills! Please be my personal chef.

I can't. I work full time flipping burgers at McDonalds. I'm kind of a big deal there.

Damn, I actually thought you could be my personal chef. Better luck next time.

Me and Y/n talk for a couple of more minutes before finishing our food. She's a great person to talk too. No wonder why Royce loves her so much. A lot of people must love hanging out with her just to chill and talk for a while. I get up and do the dishes while Y/n goes back into the living room and watches TV.
I'm done so I should probably help her with the bruise that's still on her head.

Do you want to come into the bathroom? I could just get you stuff to help you with your bruise.

Sure. Hold on.

Y/n turns off the TV and comes upstairs with me. I'm gonna take her into the bathroom where the guest room is. All the supplies are ready there anyway.