but no more worries rest your head and go to sleep Maybe one day we’ll wake up and this will all just be a dream - Lyrics

“And—it’s-it’s like—football—it—if you’re good—you’re good and if-if you don’t than you won’t make it—but it doesn’t—your color it doesn’t matter.” Marshall stumbled through his sentence…he’s obviously high.

You, Marshall, and Dre are in an interview. Marshall’s arm slipped of the chair, bringing his shoulder down. He giggled to himself.

after the interview Marshall lays in his bedroom out cold, in the apartment you two shared. Drugs making him tired all the time, he sleep all day after the interview and you came in the room to wake up