The Awakening
"See you tomorrow Stan," Marshall said as He picked up his things to leave a little earlier than he normally would have.
"Where are you going so early?" His fiery partner asked him.
"I have a, umm.….date," Marshall hesitated, not meeting Mary's eyes.
There was a pause. Mary was pretending to do work while Marshall didn't dare move.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Marshall prodded.
"What do you want me to say," Mary mumbled, trying to control her new uncertain feelings about the fact that Marshall was going on a date. Marshall looked at her for a moment, then shrugged and, looking back once more, left the room and into the elevator.
As soon as he left, she breathed out a sigh of frustration, and got up quickly to check Marshall's messages. She saw one from an Abigail, which looked like dinner plans for that evening. She scribbled down the time and place, then decided to tail Marshall to find out how much he liked this girl.
She arrived at the restaurant, and got out of her car quietly, then walking to the doors, she slid in. While she snuck around, she spotted the table that Marshall and his date were at. She felt jealousy bubbling in all over her body and flooding her brain.
She couldn't take it so she ran back to her car and sat there crying, until Marshall was done with his date. She didn't like these feelings that she was experiencing when she saw her partner with some other girl. She wiped her face with her hand and steadied herself, just as the door opened and Marshall and Abigail walked out. They got into Marshall's car and he sped off to take her home.
Mary again fallowed them as Marshall took his date home then drove home himself.
He pulled into the driveway, while Mary pulled up a little down the block. She watched as Marshall walked into his house, and she waited almost forty-five until she went to ring the doorbell.
"Mary!" Marshall exclaimed shocked, "what are you doing here this late?"
"Well I was just in the neighborhood and decided to stop by to ask how your date went," She said in a rush. She walked into Marshall's house and decided it was time to let Marshall know how she felt.
"I have to tell you something," She whispered.
"What is it?" Marshall asked, a little worriedly. "You can tell me anything."
"Well…. I…..umm…." She kept trying, but couldn't come up with a simple sentence.
"Let me try," Marshall said gently, and he reached over and kissed Mary softly. Mary froze, then right away kissed him back with so much force they fell backwards onto the couch. Marshall looked up at Mary, then said, "Is that what you were trying to say?"