Welcome Back

~Ashley~

Marcy's parents kept yelling, but I ignored them and waited for Marcy.
"Jake will bring his truck to my place later and we'll pick everyone up." I told her when she came down with two suitcases and her backpack.
"Don't you need more than that?" I asked, taking one.
"I'll come over and get it as I need it." She muttered. Her father grabbed her arm, yelling.
"YOU'LL NOT DO THIS MACILINE!"
"Please let go." She whispered, apparently not rising to the punch. I, however, did.
:Don't fucking touch her." I snarled, holding his wrist. He let go quickly.
"Let's go." Marcy muttered, walking away from her screeching parents. I spat on the ground and turned to follow.
'Think they'll call the cops?" I asked, strapping her bags onto her bike.
"No, then my leaving would be put in the paper." I lifted her onto the bike and strapped on her helmet before getting on behind her and starting it.
She eventually leaned back against me and fell asleep, so when we got to my apartment I lifted her up and carried her to my room, laying her on the bed. I went back down and grabbed all of her stuff, putting it in my room and then sat on the bed next to her. She'd curled into herself still sleeping soundly.
"You know you've always gotten under my skin Marciline." I told her. "Always giving me a reason to want to kiss you, hold you. You were beautiful in middle school, but then you come back, and you're gorgeous." I couldn't tell you why I was saying all this, she couldn't even hear me. "You've always been exceptional. Never one to lie down and take anything." She stirred. "I guess what I'm trying to say is... I love you. I always have, even when I thought I hated you. I've always loved you, and probably always will. You're one drug I just can't kick."

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