IT'S COMPLICATED -- MARCUS BAKER

It Was You - 18

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I felt, detached, and wrong. But, I wanted to feel, correct, again, if that's what I was missing? I remembered the piece of paper Marcus had left on my floor. How I'd wanted to shred it or throw it out the window with him. Even if I had, I had a feeling, with my luck, it would fly back into my face. It seemed important, in a sense. Time for a read, I guess.

Y/n,

I want to start off by saying I love you. A lot. I love your smile, and your laugh, and even how you make fun of me. You call me out on my shit and I respect that. I've honestly only said 'I love you' about twice before we started dating and both times it was forced out of me by my mom. However, I've said it countless time while dating you for a few months. You must be really special to me, then.

If I'm to be honest, I didn't really remember what happened that night. But, when I saw you, I remembered a bit? Other than what I told you, you pulled me into some room. Well, I guess it wasn't you, but we talked about something and then I fell asleep. And, then, you were yelling. I don't think you want to, but you really need to talk to Ginny because I can't remember anything. I don't even know if I wanted to do whatever we did.

I care about you a lot, so please, don't think the worst of me.

Your neighbor,

Marcus(and boyfriend!!)

Well, that didn't help with shit, Marcus. I breathed out a breath I didn't know I was holding in as someone knocked on my door. "Who is it?" I heard that person shift their weight and I realized who it was. "Y/n? Can we talk, please?" I walked over to the door with a sigh. But, when I reached out, I couldn't open the door. I wouldn't. How could I? I slid to the ground, with my back against the door. I heard her do the same. "Um, I didn't do it. That sounded dumb. Uh, Marcus was on the bed with a girl when I got there. She was kissing him and he was kinda going in and out, if that makes sense? Like his head was bobbing and he said your name, but he was knocked out for the most part. And his shirt was off. I said something, I think, but I was really drunk and she ran away." I stood up and opened the door. Ginny's head was leaning and she hit the floor with a hard thunk when I opened it. As she rubbed her head, she smiled.

"Uh," I looked at literally anything else, "What else happened?" She got up and sat on my bed, faster than I've ever seen her move in her life. "Well he- he fell asleep again. But I was trying to put his shirt back on him and he kept snoring and giggling and I was really drunk too, so it clearly wasn't working. I'm sorry. I understand why you were mad at me, but I hope you forgive me. I love you! You're my best friend and I wouldn't be able to live with myself, knowing you didn't forgive me. So...?"

I sat on the bed, a little farther. "Well, I suppose so.." She squealed and jumped on me. As I fought for air and attempted to push her off me, I spoke again. "On one condition." She got back up with wide eyes. "Literally anything."

"Could you help me? I don't really want to forgive Marcus unless I know he didn't willingly cheat on me, which it already sounds pretty one-sided to be honest, but I wanna make sure." She flew to the door, opening it wide. She looked back at me, with a confused face. "Are we going or not?" I got up with furrowed brows. That bitch was crazy. "Sherlocks on tour!!" She yelled as we walked down the steps. I patted her head, telling her to calm down. She always got super hyper after I forgave her for stuff, but she was doing a little too much.

Austin was down the steps with a hand on his hip, staring us down, in his little pose. It reminded me of when I had vented to him about what Samantha had said when we were with Ginny's friends. He made the same face, did the same pose, and rolled his eyes. he huffed and then said, "Literal. Oppression. My. Lord" With each word, he switched which hand was on his hip, swaying his head with the hands. I was laughing so hard, I fell off his bed with a big enough of a push on his mattress to send him flying onto the floor with me. He had this way of making me laugh whenever I was mad. Right now, he was squinting at us, even with his glasses on. I guess he was glaring, though. "So...where are you guys going? I thought we were having Harry Potter night, Y/n?"