You and Marshall had been best friends since kindergarten. You were like siblings. You absolutely adored Marshall. Loved him. And he was the same with you. Treated you like a sister. You were both in 6th grade, so 12 years old. You were at school and he was the 'popular' kid, typical middle school drama.

You had boys all over you. Childish and corny flirting. And Marshall had girls all over him. But you both chose each other over anyone any day.

You were at school, walking through the halls together. The girls were glaring at you in jealousy, and the boys at Marshall.

Marshall: "Have you seen The Conjuring? I love that movie. Gives me just the right amount of scares."