5- Bonus part to Concert Encounter !

                                    

                                          
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"Yeah, we was smoke buddies for a bit." Marshall says, smirking...oh god how could you forget about that?! The memories start flooding back to-- it was a wonder that you could even remember everything because of how high you had been.
October 31, 1996
It was Halloween night, and you and some friends had  decided to go out to one of the many abandoned lots in your area. We were supposed to meet another group of people there, so it was bound to be a fun night. You needed this, because you had been so stressed out with your life, things just weren't going the way you wanted them to go at that moment.
It was a Thursday night, but that still didn't stop you all.
You had already cried your eyes out that day, and tried your best to hide it from your friends. You knew they didn't really care anyway, you could be bleeding out in front of them, and they would probably do anything but help you. That's just the way life goes, sometimes.
When you arrived at the lot, people were already wandering the premises. You followed your friends to where a group of guys were standing. You really needed to get high. 
"Yo," One of the guys said as you and your group walked over.
"Hey Jackson!" Your 'friend' Ally said. She had a reputation of being passed around, and constantly flirted with any guy she met. You knew she had a thing for Marshall, but he never seemed to reciprocate it. Or maybe that's just what you wanted to believe.
"Anyone got some pot?" You asked. Some guys around you laugh, but none of them gave you any.
"Yeah, c'mere." Marshall spoke up. At first, you thought he was going to make fun of you, but you realized that he was being dead serious. You follow him to his car, though it was a bit awkward because neither of you had spoken. It wasn't like you didn't know Marshall, it was just that you were tense. It hadn't been a great day. Or week, or month.
"What's goin' on?" He asked you. What did he mean?
"What do you mean?" You ask, accepting the joint.
"You don't look great. I mean, you're hella fine, but you look like you've been crying or some shit." He says. Hella fine. His words make you feel instantly better, even if he told you you looked bad. And with you being an insecure teenage girl, that comment felt like the most amazing thing in the world.
"Ohh. Just family stuff, nothing too important." That was a lie. It was important. To you, at least.
"Have you metmy mom? I understand, so what's wrong girl?" It was true, you had heard Marshall talk about his mother before, and none of it was ever really good.
"It's just my dad...he's an alcoholic, and he's only been getting worse, y'know? He hit my mom last week for the hundredth time, so she called the cops on him." You finally say.
"Oh...is he in jail or what."
"Yeah, he's going on trial, but the police said he's as good as dead in my life. He's not getting out any time soon."
"Shit. Are you happy about that?"
"I don't know, I mean he's great when he's sober, but when he's drunk he's so violent. I wish he would just get help."
"You're describing Debbie. Sometimes I wish she were locked up," Marshall added, "It's fucked up that we both relate to each other."
"Yeah... I mean at least you get it." You said. You and Marshall share the joint, and the two of you sit in his car. After the initial depressing conversation, the topic goes into a more entertaining direction. You two talk about people, your 'friends,' his daughter, really whatever pops into your heads. It felt so good to talk to him.
"Kim is so tough to do deal with I mean.... she really can't make anything easy."
"Yeah, I bet it sucks that you have to see her so often."
"It does, but mostly it's around Hailey, so Kim doesn't really go all psycho bitch when she's around." You and him talked about Kim a little bit more. It definitely an interesting dynamic the two of them had, but you could tell that he really didn't want a relationship with her anymore. He seemed to be really over her.
You and Marshall go silent, but not in an awkward way. More in a comforting, normal way. You look at him, and he looked at you. He leaned forward, and put a hand on the side of your cheek and tilted your face up. You were  probably an inch away from each other's faces, until a banging pulls you out of your high, euphoric state. Someone pulls open the door, and you are face to face with Ally's best friend, Carlie. 
"We're leavingggg. Come on." She looks drunk, but aware. You turned back to Marshall.
"Oh...I'm sorry I have to go." You said apologetically.
"Catch you later girl." Marshall said, smirking. Carlie pulled you out of he car, seemingly eager to ask you something. You knew exactly what she was going to say.
"Call me!" Marshall called after you. You smiled and felt your cheeks get red.
"What the fuck is that about?" Carlie asked you. 
"W-what do you mean?" You tentatively asked her. It was exactly as it had looked like! You and Marshall were getting high in his house, before you almost kissed. Carlie knew.
"Marshall is literally Ally's man-- you know this!" She said forcefully. Carlie seemed almost scared for you in a way. "Look Y/N, if you don't want Ally to kill you, I wouldn't talk to Marshall."
"But...I though Ally was talking to someone? Surely shes--"
"Give me your phone" Carlie demands. Before you could respond, she opened you flip phone, and presses a couple buttons.
"What did you do?" You asked her. What could she have possibly done?
"You know Ally, and she definitely not over Marshall. I'm doing this for you girl."  You knew that. Everything that Aly did seemed to be in an effort to win Marshall's attention. She was a pretty, tall blonde girl, so you wondered why Marshall hadn't fucked her yet-- at least that would have shut her up. Either way, she seemed to be his type, right?
"What did you do on my phone."
"I deleted and blocked his number." You just stared at Carlie. What the hell was wrong with her? Why did no one seem to let you have anything? You just wanted to be in love, like every other one of your friends. It felt like the world was against you, and you didn't know why. 
A million way you could kill both Carlie and Ally filled your head. What did it matter-- you were too much of a pushover anyway. There was no way you could ever stand up to Ally, everyone loved her. So maybe Carlie really was doing you a favor. Maybe you should just be grateful that she hadn't told Ally.

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A/N
sorry it's kinda short, but it was initially supposed to be just a small part of Concert Encounte, but then i got more and more into it, and i didn't want the fic to be over 20 minutes long yk. anyway, i think it's a fun bonus, and really gives you and example of the strange relationship the two of them had :)
i hope  u liked it ! <33