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Author: Salice Rodgers
leave tomorrow.
When I start down my driveway, my heart starts racing. There is a car parked in front of my house and standing outside of it is none other than Marshall. Why is he here and how the hell did he find my house? I park behind him and very slowly get out of the car. He is dressed in faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt and standing against his car with his arms crossed looking at the ground.
“Marshall?”
He looks up at the sound of my voice and smiles. I stand behind my door, leaving it open. I didn't think I should be worried about him, but Frank and Tank have my nerves playing tricks on me.
“Hey, Joslynn, can we talk?” He asks.
“Uhm, why don't we start with how the hell you found my house?”
“That would be your friend, Allyssa.”
Of course it was her.
“What do you want?”
He holds his hands out showing me there is nothing in them and walks to my stairs sitting on the top step. Looking up at me, he gives me an innocent smile and pats the stair beside him. I sigh and walk over and sit down. All of these pep talks are starting to annoy me.
“I hope you are feeling better?”
“I am. I'm not trying to sound rude but why are you here you don't even know me that well.”
When I look over at him, he is gritting his teeth. I let my eyes wander over his face and his strong cheekbones. The look in his eyes is determination like he came here for a reason other than to make sure I am okay. His breathing is slow.
“Joslynn, you don't have any idea who I am do you?”
“Well, seeing as I only met you recently, no.”
He shakes his head and hands me a picture. My heart rate speeds up once again. There is Marshall as a little boy with a big smile on his face, and his arm is wrapped around a little girl with pigtails in her hair. I know who she is but how? When I look up at Marshall, he is watching me closely.
“How?”
“We used to live close to one another. I was the little boy that you and Taylor would follow around.”
He smiles at the memory before he continues.
“My mother got a new job offer in Chicago and took it. We moved away not long after and we never spoke again.”
“But why don't I remember you? And why are you here now? How did you find me?”
“One question at a time, Joslynn,” he says laughing. “To answer them all we moved away when I was ten. You would have been eight. I am here now because my mother is, uh, she's sick, and I wanted to be with her. Your last answer is I didn't come looking for you I just kind of found you. When I saw you in Frank's, I wasn't sure if it was you or not, but once you told me your name, well, I knew.”
All of his answers make sense, of course. I wouldn't remember him at that young of an age.
“I don't know what to say.”
“It's not a big deal. I just wanted to stop by and check on you and let you know who I was. I found this picture at my mother’s after I left the restaurant.”
“Why did you leave?”
He gives me a questioning look.
“Tank told me to. He said I was making you nervous showing up everyday.”
“I never said that.”
“Well, how about I take you out tomorrow and we can catch up more? It's getting late and I want to get back to my parents and check on my mom before she goes to bed.”
I sit for a second and think about his words. They all seem to make sense he would remember me because he was older. I don't see what the harm would be in letting him take me to lunch tomorrow. At least I won't have to eat a frozen dinner before work.
“Sure. Want me to meet you somewhere?”
“I can come and pick you up. I don't mind.”
“Okay, I will see you when you pick me up.”
We stand, and he leans in and kisses my cheek. When he pulls back the feel of his lips is still on my cheek, and I know I will feel it for many hours to come. He smiles and walks off the porch. I
When I start down my driveway, my heart starts racing. There is a car parked in front of my house and standing outside of it is none other than Marshall. Why is he here and how the hell did he find my house? I park behind him and very slowly get out of the car. He is dressed in faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt and standing against his car with his arms crossed looking at the ground.
“Marshall?”
He looks up at the sound of my voice and smiles. I stand behind my door, leaving it open. I didn't think I should be worried about him, but Frank and Tank have my nerves playing tricks on me.
“Hey, Joslynn, can we talk?” He asks.
“Uhm, why don't we start with how the hell you found my house?”
“That would be your friend, Allyssa.”
Of course it was her.
“What do you want?”
He holds his hands out showing me there is nothing in them and walks to my stairs sitting on the top step. Looking up at me, he gives me an innocent smile and pats the stair beside him. I sigh and walk over and sit down. All of these pep talks are starting to annoy me.
“I hope you are feeling better?”
“I am. I'm not trying to sound rude but why are you here you don't even know me that well.”
When I look over at him, he is gritting his teeth. I let my eyes wander over his face and his strong cheekbones. The look in his eyes is determination like he came here for a reason other than to make sure I am okay. His breathing is slow.
“Joslynn, you don't have any idea who I am do you?”
“Well, seeing as I only met you recently, no.”
He shakes his head and hands me a picture. My heart rate speeds up once again. There is Marshall as a little boy with a big smile on his face, and his arm is wrapped around a little girl with pigtails in her hair. I know who she is but how? When I look up at Marshall, he is watching me closely.
“How?”
“We used to live close to one another. I was the little boy that you and Taylor would follow around.”
He smiles at the memory before he continues.
“My mother got a new job offer in Chicago and took it. We moved away not long after and we never spoke again.”
“But why don't I remember you? And why are you here now? How did you find me?”
“One question at a time, Joslynn,” he says laughing. “To answer them all we moved away when I was ten. You would have been eight. I am here now because my mother is, uh, she's sick, and I wanted to be with her. Your last answer is I didn't come looking for you I just kind of found you. When I saw you in Frank's, I wasn't sure if it was you or not, but once you told me your name, well, I knew.”
All of his answers make sense, of course. I wouldn't remember him at that young of an age.
“I don't know what to say.”
“It's not a big deal. I just wanted to stop by and check on you and let you know who I was. I found this picture at my mother’s after I left the restaurant.”
“Why did you leave?”
He gives me a questioning look.
“Tank told me to. He said I was making you nervous showing up everyday.”
“I never said that.”
“Well, how about I take you out tomorrow and we can catch up more? It's getting late and I want to get back to my parents and check on my mom before she goes to bed.”
I sit for a second and think about his words. They all seem to make sense he would remember me because he was older. I don't see what the harm would be in letting him take me to lunch tomorrow. At least I won't have to eat a frozen dinner before work.
“Sure. Want me to meet you somewhere?”
“I can come and pick you up. I don't mind.”
“Okay, I will see you when you pick me up.”
We stand, and he leans in and kisses my cheek. When he pulls back the feel of his lips is still on my cheek, and I know I will feel it for many hours to come. He smiles and walks off the porch. I
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