Seventeen year old Marshall burst out laughing at he sat on the steps of his porch.

"I thought you weren't going to laugh." Sixteen year old Larna adjusted her necklace.

"Well I didn't think you'd look like a smooshed marshmallow. Since when do you wear pink?" He watched as she sat down next to him.

"Mum brought it." She sighed as she rested her head on his shoulder, she intertwined her fingers on her right hand with his fingers on his left hand "Mum said you can't come." She lowered her gaze to their hands.

"It's okay." He knew not to push any further, Marshall knew Larna's mother and she hated Marshall with a passion.

"Did you tell your parents?"

"No." Marshall flatly responded.

"Marshall, do you honestly think they'll disown you, if you dropped out?"