{Marshall x Reader} Just a Dash of Red CH 3

Marshall x reader ch 3

You opened your eyes as last night's events flooded into your groggy, half-asleep mind. The movie, the screaming, the crying, the hugging... You groaned and rolled over as you remembered how much of a wuss you had been. "I'm such an idiot..." you said quietly to yourself. Your thoughts were interrupted when you realized something: this wasn't your bed. Looking over to the right of you, there was Marshall, sound asleep. He looked so serene. It was strange, seeing him so vulnerable like this. A big change from his self-proclaimed "bad-boy" persona. His eyes slowly began to open as he smirked. "Morning"  he said through an exaggerated yawn. You smiled at him as you sat up. "I don't remember giving you permission to sleep with me" you said as you stretched. "Don't act like you didn't want to!" He said, laughing. Your face had turned a bright shade of red as you retaliated. "As if!" You were good at lying, but Marshall saw right through it. He laughed and floated up. "What do you want for breakfast?" He asked. "I don't know. D'you have any strawberries?" "Of course I do! How many?" He relied. "I don't know. However many you're going to have". He nodded and floated down the stairs. You stood up and began to strip, forgetting you had no spare change if clothes. You instinctively reached under the bed for your clothes, since that's where you kept them in your own room. Finding nothing but a few pieces of crumpled paper, you remembered that this wasn't your room, AGAIN. You heard Marshall coming up the stairs as you dived for your clothes, but it was too late. "Breakfast is rea-" he stopped to stare at you for a moment, then blushed as you attempted to cover your breasts. "You can, uh, change into some of my clothes" he said quickly, turning away. "Th-thanks" you said, embarrassed. "No problem. I'll, uh, be downstairs..." He flew down the staircase (quite literally), as you searched for a shirt and some pants. Finding a blue jersey and a pair of gym shorts, you fumbled down towards the kitchen. Marshall avoided eye contact with you, but you kept catching glimpses of him staring at you whenever he was in your line of sight. Marshall had prepared a plate full of strawberries and a waffle. You took a bite of it as Marshall handed you a glass of orange juice. "Thanks, Marshall. It's really good!" You smiled at him after swallowing. "No problem" he smirked at you. "Anyways, you want to hang out again this week? I'm going to a concert on Friday. Wanna come with?" He asked. "I'd love to." You smiled at him. "I'm gonna go home in a minute. Fiona and Cake'll be worried." You told him. "I can walk ya home if you want." "Oh, sure! Wanna get going now, then?" You asked. "Alrighty, lets go then." You stood up as Marshall walked with you to the door. You chatted about the concert on the way. A band called "X Minor" was going to be playing. It was a mix between rock and electronic, apparently. Time flew by, and before you know it, you were home. You knocked on the door as Cake answered with a hand in her hip. "There you are! I've been worried about you! Where've you been?!" She asked as you stepped into the doorway. "Bye Marshall! See you on Friday!" You said as you closed the door.