proof X Eminem. My fallen angel. +18

be my boyfriend

(Marshall's pov) 

Aaaa shit my head hurts so much What happens where am I and god dame am I hungover. 
I look around the DeShauns dark room. 
I fill sick and dizzy. 
I stumble to the bathroom. 
The moment I get in there I turn on the light and open the toilet lid. 
Ever thing I eat yesterday comes back up. 
I finch puking my guts up. 
And head back in to DeShauns room.
I crawl in to bed next to DeShaun.
I really want him to hold me but I don't think he'll be very happy if I just crawl in to he's chest. 
Someone yells outside and it scares the crap out of me.
I push my face in to DeShaun's chest. 
He stirs. 
" What's the mater Marshall. " DeShaun asks he's voice thick with sleep.
" Can you just holds me please " I whisper.
Someone yells outside I hold on to DeShaun's t-shirt.
" hay are you alright. Marshall what the matter? " 
He asked. Wrapping he's arms around me.
" are you all right " he asked.
" yeah" I whisper.
"Try and get some sleep ok" 
" ok" I whisper my head spinning like crazy 
I slowly fall back to sleep in he's strong and safe arms.

( morning DeShaun pov) 

I wack up with Marshall laying on my chest.
He lips and slightly open he's eyes move under he's eyelids. He's dark lashes gently lay on he's cheeks. 
The blanket is pulled up to he's chin. 
He looks absolutely adorable.
I look over a the clock. 11:45.
It a good job it a weekend.
I rub Marshall's back as he starts to wack up. 
Thankfully he didn't have any nightmare last night drunk nightmare are the worst.
I look dawn at Marshall he eyelids are open naw showing of he's 
gorges blue eyes. 
"Morning blue eyes" I say to him.
He looks at me confused. 
I lathe at the look on he's face. He's still hart a sleep by the look he's giving me. 
He leans up on he's elbows so he's closer to my face. 
He kiss me and then lay back down. 
Bering he's face in to the crock of my neck. 
" my head hurts" Marshall mumbles sounding tired.
" do you want me to get you some pain killers? " I ask stroking the back of he's head.
"Not in less there with in your reach" he mumbles. 
"why you don't want to move?" I ask. 
" I don't want you to move. I'm to cosy and it doesn't hurt so much laying like this" 
" God I love you " I larth.
" really" 
" you know I do... Do you remember what I asked you last night?"
" no" he said looking up at me. 
" I asked you if you wanted to be my boyfriend. I know it won't be easy. But I love you and I don't care. I I just want to be whit you. If you want to be with me" 
" I-I.........  but" Marshall stubble over he words. 
" it OK you don't have to tell me naw. I can wait " I say.
"No no I I want to be your boyfriend. I ....... I want to be your boyfriend." Marshall whisper .
I fill a adrenalin fill my body.
" really? " I ask not able to keep the happiness out of my voice.
"Yeah " he wipers flinching at my loud voice because of he's hangover.
" I love you so much " I say kissing he's forehead and trying to stay quite.
I know he's anxious. I can tell. But at the same time I can tell he wants to be my boyfriend.
"I think I'll take those pain kills naw. " he said running he's sour head.
I lathe before I go and find him something to help he's hangover and the pain the rest of he's body is in.

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