Marshall's POV
👀😣|| June 20th, 1990 ||😣👀
I've never woken up so content. My eyes never shoot open in excitement. I just groan and lay there for a few minutes. But the next morning, before I even opened my eyes I kinda smiled to myself. As corny as it sounds, last night was magical. I wanted to kiss her for a while, but I was too nervous to do it. Even when I was with Kim I liked Amber. Yeah yeah yeah, I'm a dick. I'm aware.
I rubbed my eyes and say up on Proofs couch. When I saw everyone was already up watching TV, I yawned as loud as possible. "Good morning Doody," Proof greeted.
"Yes it is," I smiled.
"Ooh," Bizarre gushed from the floor. "You already thinking 'bout Amber?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yeah," I said, still smiling.
Proof stood from the couch he slept on and sat beside me on the couch I slept on. I swung my legs over the edge to sit upright and give him room. "You gonna go over there later?" he asked.
"Um," I thought. "I think. I told her I was gonna text her."
"Okay so tell me," he started. "Did she come onto you?"
I laughed. "Nah man. I kissed her on the Ferris wheel first," I told him.
"I knew it! I saw y'all holding each other's hands but I didn't wanna point it out! I fucking knew it!" he exclaimed. "Y'all got freaky on a Ferris wheel?!"
I shoved him with a laugh. "We kissed."
"Hmm," he hummed, pretending not to believe it. "But damn. You guys kissed for like an hour on her porch," he exaggerated.
"Shut up," I chuckled.
"Wait," Denaun chimed in. "You kissed her on the Ferris wheel?"
I nodded my head. "Yeah."
"Shit, that's smart," he said. "I should do that when I get a girl."
"Yeah Slim," Swift agreed. "Hella romantic."
I rolled my eyes as they started to tease me. "Who knew you were such a sweet guy?" Proof poked fun.
"Leave me alone," I groaned. "What time is it?"
"A little pass one," Denaun told me.
"Alright," I sighed.
"Well..." Proof nudged me in the shoulder with his. "You gonna text her?"
"Later," I answered. Honestly, I was just nervous. Maybe she didn't even think anything of it. Maybe she thought it was a mistake and didn't want it to happen again. But she wouldn't have kept kissing me if she thought that. She would've pushed me away or told me to stop. But what if she didn't wake up like I did and regretted it? Shit.
"Why you look so on edge?" Swift noticed.
"You scared that she's gonna turn you down?" Proof asked.
"Kinda," I admitted.
"Come on, man," he swiped the air. "For the last few months I could tell y'all liked each other. She's probably freaking out just like you right now. Just chill out and text her."
I sighed and looked down at my phone. He's probably right. After the rest of them encouraged me to, I texted her.
Me: you busy right now?
I set my phone on the coffee table and waited for a reply. I tried to watch TV, but I kept glancing at my phone to see if she answered, although I knew it would make a noise when she texted back. When two commercial breaks rolled, I picked up the phone and swiped it on. I went to our texts and saw she still didn't answer. I sighed and laid it down in my lap.
