🎃👻|| October 31st, 1990 ||👻🎃
I woke up to the noise of the front door opening and closing. I knew it was Marshall, so I didn't freak out and think I was being robbed or anything.
"Wake the fuck up!" he yelled like he was a sergeant in the army as he entered my room. Before heading to my bed, he waltzed over to the window and opened the curtains, drowning my bedroom with unwanted sunlight.
I whined and flew the covers over my head. "Marshaaaaall," I groaned. "Go away."
Not even hesitating, he jumped on me and sat up to straddle my waist. He pulled the blanket away and, just as I covered my eyes with my hands, he peeled them away and locked them down to the mattress. "Wakey wakey, Amber baby," he said in a high-pitched voice.
My eyes slowly fluttered open to see he was right in my face. I turned away and tried pushing him off. "Get off," I tiredly mumbled. I pulled Bob, the big stuffed monkey Marshall won for me at the fair, closer to me.
Marshall tried grabbing Bob away from me, but I squeezed him harder and grunted. "You seriously cuddle that damn monkey when I'm not spending the night?" he asked. After nodding my head yes, he laughed. "Do you know what time it is?"
I shook my head and continued to attempt to shove him off of me.
"It's three o'clock. I just got out of work," he told me.
"It is not three o'clock," I snickered in disbelief.
"Amber," he said like he was speaking to a child. "Look."
He shoved his phone in my face and I saw it was in fact three o'clock in the afternoon. "How?" I asked him in confusion.
"What do you mean how?"
I groaned and covered my eyes again.
"Did you get drunk last night or something?" he asked, climbing off of me and sitting beside me.
"Yes," I answered. Marshall started rolling his eyes, but I spoke up. "But it was Kaitlyns fault! Every time a guy would offer us a drink, she said yes."
He rose his eyebrows at me. "Guys were offering you drinks?"
I wanted to rewind and not even bring that up, but I wasn't thinking. "Yes, but I didn't talk to any of them."
"Why would you drink shit that random dudes got you? What if they slipped something in there and you didn't know it?"
I bit my lip nervously. "I don't know," I replied sheepishly.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "And you told me you guys weren't going to a party," he said.
"We weren't going to but then we just... did."
"How'd you get home?" he questioned.
"Well aren't you curious," I pointed out.
He looked at me seriously again. "Amber."
I sighed and moved around on the bed until my head was on Marshall's knee. "Don't get mad," I begged.
