“Follow my lead,”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you up onto the stage unexpectedly. Marshal was pretty well known around your small town, known as the “trouble maker” but of course, you were still his friend for the most part.

“Good little boy, always picking a fight with me. you know that I’m bad, but you’re spending the night with me? What do you want from my world, you’re a good little boy.”

He smirked and gently spun you around. You couldn’t help but laugh.