Hello again. I hope you enjoy! This is a short one. I will try to make the next one longer. Big thanks to all reviewers. Nothing belongs to me!
-M
What Did You Do?
With the sun shining brightly through the window Mary awoke.
"Damn, Marshall get your ass of the UPC and get in here and close my blinds," Mary called to Marshall.
She could already tell it was going to be one of those horrible, 'I'm-running-late, God-help-me-not-kill-someone' kind of morning
"I wonder if everyone has these kinds of mornings, or if it's just me," Mary thought to herself.
As she rolled out of bed Mary bumped her elbow on the bed-side table. With a long string of swearwords, Marshall walked in the bedroom. Seeing her holding her elbow, swearing, and jumping up and down from the pain was more than he could bear. He let out a deep chuckle. He laughed and laughed until he was crying. Mary used his disadvantage to walk over to him and slap him on the arm.
"Come here," Marshall said to her as he finally got his laugh down to a minimum.
"Why? I don't talk to people who laugh at me and I definitely don't do what they tell me to do," she replied with a glare.
"You're talking to me right now aren't you?" Marshall challenged.
"Marshall, where's my gun?" she asked with fake innocence in her voice.
"Mary, if you shoot me, I'll leave you. I can't avoid it if you do it," he said jokingly.
"Go to Hell," she said as she walked into the bathroom to change. "And Marshall dear, if you are in this room when I leave this bathroom, I will leave the damn program. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mary dearest."
"Marshall, I swear to God, you are lucky my clothes are already off, or else I would kick you stupid, geeky ass."
"I don't mind your lack of dress," he informed her.
"Uhh!
Marshall walked down the stairs into the kitchen. He made some coffee and started on some waffles.
Twenty minutes later Mary finally padded into the kitchen. Her eyes were slightly puffy, but were no longer red. If it had been anyone but Marshall, no one would have known.
He looked at Mary and knew right away she had been crying. He put down the plate of waffles he had been carrying, and walked over to her. She turned around when he got close and he knew she was still upset. He moved his arms as if to hug her, but decided against it. As his arms returned his sides again, Mary turned back around.
She glared at him and said in a calm voice, "I'm just reminding you, I have my first day of work today at the school. I will be home at 4:15 or so." As she turned to walk out the door, she added, "And I hate your guts." With that, she was gone.
He looked at the table where her coffee and waffles still sat, untouched.
"Damn it Marshall, what did you do?" he said aloud to himself.
This was kind of sad to write. To answer some questions you may have…
Yes, Mary really is mad at Marshall.
No, Marshall does not know what he did.
Mary is working at a school
Sorry it's so short! Thanks again to all of you who are reviewing and NsCvIuS. Tell me what you like or dislike about the story. I will update ASAP.
-M