💜🍔|| November 9th, 1990 ||🍔💜
Proof and I were hanging out at his place, trying to throw Cheez-Its into each other's mouths across the room. Marshall and I had spent the night, but he had to leave before I even woke up since he had to go to work.
I loved hanging out with Proof, but we could never find anything to do. And I was bored as hell.
"You're way off," I laughed at Proof as I picked up the cracker from my lap. "Go lower."
"Man fuck this," he sighed in boredom. "We should find something to do."
"I'm hungry though," I groaned, setting a hand on my stomach. "We should eat first."
Proof sat and thought for a second before speaking again. "You wanna go get some food? I ain't got no food here."
I shrugged, content at the suggestion. "Sure. Where you wanna go?"
"How about Gilbert's? It's not expensive or anything," he said. "And we might be able to fuck with Marsh." He had a sarcastic, mischievous grin on his face.
I laughed. "Sounds good. Lemme get dressed first," I said before I stood up, snatched my bag, and ran down the hall to the bathroom. Once I was changed out of my pajamas and into jeans and a baggy black t-shirt, Proof and I left the house.
After a short, ten minute drive to the restaurant, we got out of the car and walked up to the entrance. Proof held the door open for me and we walked up to the Please Wait to be Seated sign and, well, waited to be seated.
Immediately, I started looking for Marshall. I saw him come out of the kitchen with two plates, one in each hand, and carefully made his way to a table of what I presumed to be a father and daughter. For some reason, I smiled at Marshall just watching him, but was interrupted when someone came over to seat Proof and I.
I continued to watch Marshall as I followed behind Proof and our waiter, and when he started walking away from the table he turned in our direction and our eyes landed on each other. I excitedly and stupidly smiled, then waved enthusiastically at him. The corner of his lips curled up slightly before he pursed his lips and started walking towards us.
"Long time no see," I greeted as he hurried up to walk side by side with me. Proof looked back at me and laughed when he saw Marshall.
"Boy get back to work," he told Marshall. "I'm tryna take ya girl out on a date."
"Ha-ha," Marshall said sarcastically. "Yo SJ," he said, getting the attention of our waiter. The guy turned around, looking bored as hell. "I'll take care of 'em," he offered. "They're a handful, trust me."
"Aight," SJ sighed. "Whatever."
As he walked away, I chortled to myself and looked at Marshall. "Why's he so miserable?"
He shrugged. "He's always like that. What are you guys doing here?"
"We were bored," I answered. "Proof isn't a very good host," I teased. "All he wants to do is sleep."
"Couldn't help it, lil homie," he said, raising his hands. I laughed. "I was pretty busy yesterday before you guys came over and kept me up all night."
"Oh yeah," Marshall smiled. "I bet you were." He stopped at a booth in the far corner of the restaurant.
Proof and I took a seat across from each other as Marshall threw menus at us. I scoffed and eyed him, but he didn't notice.
"I'm being for real," Proof said. "Deja was over, and holy fuck can that girl fuck like there's-"
"Dude," I stopped him. "Quit."
