I went home that night with the boys. We all crammed into Marshall's car and went to his house. All of us, including Tristan, Marshall, Urban, Jaden, Lark and I, took armfuls of blankets and pillows and threw them on the floor of Marshall's room. His room was pretty big so we all fit on the floor. Once everything was laid out for when we actually went to sleep. We played video games for a few hours on his big projector screen, then we played with the nerf guns. We stopped after Urban got hit in the eye. We decided to hit the sack after that, and as I was falling asleep, I heard a voice quip up beside me.
"You didn't think we were just going to let you go after that stunt you pulled at lunch, did you?" Jaden posed.
"Yeah man, give us the details." Marshall pressed.
"Well, apparently Paris was going to blackmail her into being his girlfriend until the end of highschool. So, I found her hiding behind a bunch of boxes and I knew I couldn't let her stay there. So I offered to play boyfriend until she found an actual boyfriend that would do the same." I explained.
"I meant details about her assets. But, why her? There are probably plenty of girls that hate their boyfriend that you could've helped. So why the girl who you found hiding behind a bunch of dusty old boxes?" Tristan asked. I paused a moment before I thought of valid answer...
"Because I know where she started on the social class, and to come from last place to first, takes guts, plus I had class with her in fifth grade, and from that year, I concluded that she's a good person, and isn't fake like some of the other girls that I could've helped. For your information." I confess. I relieved a breath I didn't know I was holding. All the guys looked at me like I was some putty marshmallow, going all soft and nice.
"Dude, she may be a good person, but she's still your girlfriend. And that makes her kinda obligated to do what you want too, if you catch my drift." Marshall looked at me with a sly grin.
"Maybe, but I don't think she's that kind of girl." I muttered.
"Doesn't matter, you're doing her a favor, so she owes you." Marshall pushed.
"Maybe, can we just go to bed for now?" I pleaded, desperate to end the topic of conversation.
"Fine." We all lay back down and to sleep. But I know I won't be sleeping for a while. I know the guys are cool when push comes to shove, but when it comes to being a man, they don't joke. I layed there, pondering about the future. I guess about an hour later I drifted to sleep. I woke up to my phone alarm at around 6:30. I know Marshall would let me use his shower so I hopped in and out in about 5 minutes, then got dressed, went to the pantry, and grabbed a Pop Tart. I used to be kinda short in middle school, but got a growth spurt over the summer. So for my birthday as a gag gift, Marshall got me a step-stool and told me it would stay here at his house, so I could reach the Pop Tarts without any problems. I giggled every time I used it, at the time of the giving I thought it was an insult, but the more I used it, the more I liked it. But now I realized I no longer needed it to reach the heavenly box of Strawberry Frosted Pop Tarts. I pushed the step-
stool aside and reached for the box that was now easily at my disposal. I grabbed a pack and returned to Marshall's room to eat it. By now everyone was already up, so I was alone in Marshall's room. *Munch*Munch*Munch* After about an hour, everyone was ready, and we set out for school. I know I'm supposed to be a man for my friends, and just be Brooklyn's fake boyfriend, but if push comes to shove... I'd choose my friends, for now anyway. That doesn't mean I don't like Brooklyn, in fact, I love Brooklyn. And I wish I could tell her I don't want to be her 'fake boyfriend'. I would love to be her real boyfriend.