Shady's Forbidden Love

He Just Wanted To Protect Me

Y/n's POV

I'm really excited about hanging out with Marshall today. I just thought he was going to visit me for a few minutes then leave. This is more than I expected. It was a surprise when he asked me if I wanted to go out and eat with him. I know it's not a date. I'm just excited that we get to speak to each other again without being mad at each other. We're still in the car, on our way to where Marshall is bringing me.

I've noticed him giving me quick looks from the corner of my eye. I don't know if he's actually just been looking out the window, or actually at me. But every time I see him secretly take a glance my way, I always get an overwhelming feeling for self consciousness. I just look down at my lap whenever he does it. He's about to talk.

Have you heard if you got the job at the studio yet?

No, not yet. Royce is apparently gonna let me know by tomorrow. I'm super nervous.

Why? I'm sure you'll do great.

Yeah, but what if I actually didn't get the job? I don't know what I'm gonna do. I've been trying to find a job for the past few months but they never worked out. This is something I might actually enjoy doing.

What happened with your last job?

I quit. I wasn't doing something with my life that made happy, you know?

Yeah, I know how you feel. I've had a lot of jobs where I felt like I was doing nothing with my life.

Exactly. This job would mean so much to me if I actually got it. I'd be doing something I enjoy.

Marshall slows down his driving and we enter a parking lot. I look to see if we've reached a restaurant, but there are probably more than five visible.
Marshall finds a parking spot and stops the car.

Okay, we're here.
Y/n?

Yeah?

While we're in the restaurant, if I seem like I'm ignoring you, or I'm not interested in talking to you, I'm sorry.

What do you mean?
I'm kind of confused. Does he not want to talk or interact with me?

Well, I don't want to draw any attention to me. Also even you. The public needs to respect your privacy. And..if they see you with me, your 'privacy' will be gone. I'll put on my hoodie and barely look up anywhere or give anyone eye contact. I'll probably constantly be looking down. Don't worry though, if you speak, just know that I'm listening to every word that you're saying to me.

Okay, I'll keep that in mind. Hey Marshall?

Yes?

I appreciate you willing to go out in public with me. I know it's hard for you and you'll have to constantly worry all the time.

It's no problem, Y/n. I'll know what to do.

Marshall gets out of the car quickly and walks up to my side. He opens the door for me. Again. He can be a gentleman.

Thanks Marshall.

No problem.

Marshall walks me to the restaurant we're going too. I still don't know which one it is. I look at Marshall next to me and he's looking down at the ground constantly. I see him put on his hood and making sure it's covering up his face when he looks down.

I already feel bad. I feel like I won't be able to talk to him this whole entire time. I feel like I'd be bothering him.

We continue walking. We're right in front of this pizza place.