Clarissas pov
So Marshall hasn't called or text or even left a voicemail. I'm kinda worried I don't know whether to be skeptical of anything but he's been hurt before so I don't think he will wanna put me through that.... right?
Marshall's pov
W... where the fuck am I. I was laying on a couch in Dr. dres place. fuck fuck fuck I gotta go to Clarissa. the bitch probably thinks I ditched her. I took a cab back to her place. she started yelling
so where were you? she gave me an evil grin. I responded " at the god damm studio". she got more frustrated. " Marshall what the hell, why are you lying to me, I know you couldn't have been writing fucking DE DE do da all fucking day". I admitted " fine.... look I got high alright". she looked at me, and her response was playful. " baby, come on what was it, the ganja, coke, Meth....." I replied it was just weed. " she said "wow boring, here I thought you were Mr. I am so chill but your lame, Marshall god dammit I'm not mad, I want to get high to, but this time with you". I laughed and pulled her to the side.we made out for a while. then we did what she wanted to do. We got high together.
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FanfictionClarissa a 21 year old girl is troubled and none other then the "Marshall" takes her out of her misery