"Ow."
"Ow."
"Ow!" I repeatedly said while swatting Marshall's arm away.
We're in his office while everyone else is out in the lounge.
"I gotta clean it so it doesn't get infected."
"It's fine just put a band-aid on it." I've dealt with this kind of pain multiple times. It barely hurt, but the alcohol pad was killing me.
"I don't get how you're barely reacting to the pain." He said as he threw it out and put a band-aid on my arm.
"I have a high pain tolerance." I simply told him as I kicked my foot against the carpet.
"I know, but it's a deep cut. Surprised you don't need stitches."
I shrugged and looked down. I could see at the corner of my eye that he was staring at my arm.
"Quit staring at my arm." I snapped looking at him.
"Did you get these bruises out there too?"
"Yeah." I lied, he raised an eyebrow at me. Marshall could always tell when I was lying, which was really annoying since I'm normally very good at it, but he could always see right through me.
"You sur—"
"Yes I'm sure now leave it alone." I cut him off.
"You're lying, but whatever." He said.
I rolled my eyes and got up, pulling my sleeve down. "Whether I'm lying or not it's none of your business."
"I just asked a fucking question." He got up and looked at me. "Just answer me."
"I did answer you. Doesn't matter to me if you like it or not."
"Why you so pissy? I only asked a question."
He has a point. I shouldn't be so angry, but today wasn't exactly a happy day. But he's Marshall and I know that he isn't going to leave this alone.
"I'm just trying to wrap my head around everything." I let out a breath.
He sighed and pulled me in for a hug. His hugs always made me feel better and plus, he smells amazing.
"You give the best hugs." I mumbled into his chest.
He chuckled, "I hate hugs though."
"Then why you giving me one?" I looked up at him.
"Cause you're my best friend and you would do the same for me."
"I didn't say that."
He glared at me and pulled away causing me to giggle. "Just kidding." I went on my toes and tapped his nose making him move my hand away.
When we were kids I always tapped his nose or poked his dimples when he smiled. He hated it, which obviously made me do it all the time.
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𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 || 𝘮. 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴
Romance[ DISCONTINUED TILL FURTHER NOTICE ] Renae and Marshall have been best friends for as long as they could remember. Marshall's entire life was in Detroit, and so was the person who made his life a whole lot brighter, but when she ended up going to he...
