/Guilty Conscience/

/Chapter 11/

Murrys eyes fluttered open, as her eyes got used to the light. Outside was bright, morning light shone into the room, on her bed. She looked to her left, and propped herself up on her elbows, watching the figure sitting on the edge of the bed.

Marshall leaned over, tying his shoeslaces together, and sat back up, turning around to look at Murry, who he had assumed was sleeping, because when he woke up she was still asleep. He jumped a little, seeing her watching him curiously, and stood up. She sat up and watched him walk over to the dresser and put his wallet in his pocket.

"I, uh, gotta get going." Marshall cleared his throat. "I dont think this was a good idea."

"What?" Murry said quickly, throwing the sheets off her and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Marshall shrugged as he watched her stand up, and rub her face tiredly. Her hair was not gelled anymore, and it was sticking up in one spot. He couldnt help but smile, as inappropriate as it was at this moment.

"Its not working out..." He said, as she stared at him. "This... Me staying here..."

"What?" She frowned.

"Im gonna be staying at DeShauns, alright? I just... I love Kim, and last night was not what I wanted to happen..." He shook his head. "I cant do that to her..."

"I know," She said, narrowing her eyes. "But dont forget, it wasnt just me..."

"I know, it was both of us... god, why do you have to assume Im trying to place blame on you? Cant you just, leave it alone?" He sighed. This was not working out as well as he had hoped, but it was going just as well as expected.

"Im not assuming your placing blame, I just want you to know it wasnt entirely my fault. Besides, nothing happened, so theres really nothing to worry about." She said, glaring at him. He was giving her an attitude, and she didnt like it. "Look, I dont care, if you dont wanna stay here, dont. I dont care. Leave if you want, anytime you want."

"Fine." He said, walking towards the door.

"Bye." She mumbled as he slammed her door shut behind himself. She shook her head and turned around, throwing herself down onto the bed and looking out the window. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the clock, and groaned, rolling over onto her back, her legs hanging off the side of her bed still. 8:37 AM. It was way to fucking early for her to get up.

Crawling back up to the pillows, she buried her face in the soft pillow, and closed her eyes, trying to find sleep again.

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Marshall trudged up the steps to DeShauns house and knocked on the door, yawning and looking around at the cool morning light. It was just past 9, and he had just left Murrys and went to DeShauns house, to see if he could stay there until his mother got over her cunting spree. He waited, and looked straight ahead when the door opened and DeShaun stood there, staring at him, a sheet wrapped around him and pulled over his head.

Marshall smiled, remembering the comment the night before, from Murry. "Hey man..." He said, yawning again, causing DeShaun to yawn.

"You woke me up..." DeShaun said, letting the sheet fall off his head and he pulled it tighter around his shoulders. "Man... Come in," He stepped aside and Marshall walked into the house, DeShaun shutting the door behind him.

"I got kicked out my house man... I was staying with Murry last night, but it didnt work out...." Marshall followed his friend into the livingroom and watched him fall onto the couch. He sank into the arm chair and shrugged. "I cant stay at Murrys, mind if I crash here?"

"Nah, my ma's gone out, and my dad wont be home tonight or tommorow night. So I got the house to myself for tonight, at least, so you can stay." Deshaun said, picking up the remote and flipping to a channel and stopping on a commercial for pepsi. He watched it for a minute and then changed it, flipping boredly through the channels. "So whats up with Murry? You two fightin again?"

"No, kind of the... opposite?" Marshall shrugged. "Man, I just... Last night was fun, but like... we went to bed.. and I got to close.. You know what I mean? I guess, fuckin'..."

"Did you fuck her?!" DeShauns nose wrinkled up in disgust. "THATS MURRY! SHES... SHES NOT REALLY A GIRL, MAN!"

"I KNOW! NOTHING HAPPENED," Marshall said loudly, groaning afterwards and putting his hand on his forehead. "We almost-"

"Fucked?"

"NO! We almost just kissed..." He sighed.

"Oh, is that all?" DeShaun shrugged.

"Is that all?" Marshall raised an eyebrow. "DeShaun... Im with Kim... I love Kim, and I dont want to kiss Murry shes like, I dont know, thats like, kissing you!"

"Thanks, man," DeShaun said sarcastically, eyes still glued to the tv set.

"You know what I mean. I really, just, dont wanna stay there, I dont want something to happen. I cant do that to Kim." Marshall sighed and twisted his head to one side, cracking his neck.

"That reminds me..." DeShaun looked at him. "Kim was here last night, bitching about how she needed to find you, and I didnt know where you was, so she got mad and left."

"Ugh, shes gonna bitch at me today that means." Marshall groaned. "Can I call her?"

"Go ahead." DeShaun nodded and turned the tv up, hinting that Marshall should use the phone in the kitchen, and Marshall stood up and left the room, taking the hint.

He dialed the phone slowly, and put the receiver to his ear, leaning against the wall and curling the phone cord around his index finger boredly and looked around the room. There was a pile of dishes beside the sink, an open bag of chips with some spilling out on the counter, a paper had fallen off the fridge and been forgotten on the floor in front of the large appliance, and the chairs at the kitchen table were pulled out and not put back in place, food and plates all over the kitchen table. DeShaun was living it up, the whole parents out of town thing. Where was his sister though?

"Hello?" A groggy sounding person answered the phone, it wasnt kim.

"Hi, is Kim there?" Marshall asked after clearing his throat.

"No, she stayed out for the night." The man answered. Marshall assumed it was her father.

"Oh, thanks." Marshall said, and hung up. She was probably at Denises. "DeShaun!" He yelled to the other room.

"Yeah?" DeShaun replied quietly as he walked into the kitchen, and sat in the nearest chair at the kitchen table.

"Oh," Marshall grinned, he probably just yelled in DeShauns face. He was still wrapped in a sheet, and he just stared at Marshall blankly. "Will you call Denise and see if Kims there?" Marshall took the phone back off the receiver and held it out to DeShaun.

"No, you call her. Its your girlfriend..." DeShaun smirked.

"I dont know the number..." Marshall sighed.

"Gimme, Ill dial, but you ask for Kim." DeShaun offered, taking the phone, dialing 7 numbers and handing the phone back to Marshall, who put it to his ear.

"Hello?" A girls voice answered.

"Denise?" Marshall asked, knowing it was Denise, because she had all brothers and the voice sounded young.

"Yeah..." She said slowly.

"Its Marshall. Is Kim with you?"

"Shes asleep." Denise glanced at Kim, who was laying on Denises bed, one arm hanging off the side, mouth wide open snoring on the other side of the room. Denise leaned back in her chair and flipped a page of a magazine boredly.

"Oh," Marshall sighed. "Well... wake her up, I need to talk to her."

"Your crazy," Deshaun mouthed as he got up from the chair and walked over to the fridge, taking out the orange juice carton and picking up a glass from an open cupboard door. Wake up Kim if it wasnt absolutely neccessary? Marshall had balls.

"I cant wake her up, she will kill me." Denise said, turning another magazine page, stopping to look at a picture of a guy with his shirt off, and then turning the page again when she got bored.

"Look, have her call me when she gets up then, Im at DeShauns. Okay?" Marshall asked.

"Got it." Denise yawned and hung up.

Marshall rolled his eyes and hung up the phone, and sat at the table, looking over at DeShaun, who was leaning against the counter with the cup of juice in his hand. "So whats up man, whatd you do last night?"

"Nothing," DeShaun shrugged. "Im bored. No one was around last night, you and Murry was no where to be found, Matt was passed out and didnt wanna come over, Joey was working, Denaun was not answering his phone, only person I saw last night was Kim, when she was looking for you."

"Oh," Marshall sighed. "What you doing tonight?"

"I dont know. We should drink." DeShaun said, matter of factly, and set the cup down on the counter.

"Yeah, we should." Marshall agreed. "Mondays are great drinking nights..."

"Yep, any night is a great drinking night." DeShaun laughed. "We'll get everyone together and drink, Denauns brother will buy us alcohol. This should be a mad party, Im gonna invite my friend Rufus, he just moved back here from Missouri, hes cool shit."

"Aight man, that sounds cool." Marshall agreed.