Good Girl (A Fiolee Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

"Fiiiiiiiiooooooonaaaa,My little buuuunnyyy. baby I'm so glad you called" His drunken slurs could barely be heard over the sound of what ever rager was going on behind him. I rolled my eyes at him calling me bunny, the stupid pet name he gave me upon us meeting. "Why havent you-you" he paused and hiccuped before continuing "texted me back. I miss you" I sighed and waited a second to make sure he had nothing else to say. "I'm sorry Marshall, I've been busy." I nibbled on my bottom lip, it wasn't entirely a lie, I had been busy but I mostly didn't reply because I was only trying to play hard to get. "With that Finn kid?" Marshall almost sounded sober when he said that. He sounded almost too sober. "You're not drunk at all are you Marshall?" I tapped my foot awaiting an answer, in return I got a laugh. "You caught me. I'm not drunk." A small rage bubble formed in my chest, "What the fuck Marsh?" I could almost hear his shrug through the phone. "Anyways, was I right? You and Finn a thing?" I could tell it hurt him to ask. "No Marshall, we're not. he's a friend, I needed one considering you flaked; but I didn't come to talk about him or your awful friend skills" I laughed slightly and continued "Marshall, I think I'm ready to uh, not be innocent" I sorta stuttered at the end and nervously waited for a reply.

"ok and you're telling me this because? you can go not be innocent with anyone you want Fi, you own basically guy in towns heart so." He sounded hurt, angry, and a little bit confused. "You told me to call you when I'm ready. I want it to be you Marshall." Silence. Dead silence. I glanced at my phone to make sure he didn't hang up on me, the call was still going. "Fi, uh, are you sure? I mean uh, after everything." I bit my lip again, nodding to myself. "I'm hoping it'll help with these feelings or fucking something." I sighed slightly, I wasn't actually sure what I was doing. I wasn't sure if i genuinely wanted Marshall, or if I wanted to prove Finn wrong because deep down he was right. I deserved better than Marshall, Marshall deserved better than me; and Finn cares about me.

There was another long silence, before Marshall finally spoke again. "This isn't about that at all is it bunny." Busted. I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes. I felt so lost. "No Marsh, it's not." My voice broke, I was crying now. "Fi..." Marshall said, sounding like the loving Marshall I knew and loved. "I'm s-so sorry Marshall. I shouldn't have called you" I quickly hung up the phone before he had a chance to respond. I got up from my couch and walked to my bedroom. I curled up in my bed and started to sob. I just want to be loved, by someone, anyone; and not be completely oblivious to it. I laid in that bed for hours, before I heard a frantic knock at my door.