marlon summers was your best friend's twin brother. you had loved him since you 5 and he was 7.

the two of you were completely different. he was a free spirit, never thought before he did things, outgoing, and had no filter.

you on the other hand, were the total opposite. you thought before you did anything and were fairly shy.

marlon brought out your outgoingness, while you made sure he didn't say anything impulsive when it wasn't the time or place.

so the two of you brought out the best in each other, but you also brought out the worst. he could never take anything seriously, even when you needed to have a serious conversation with him. you, weren't used to people wanting to open you up, so when marlon tried to- you pushed him away.

this lead to a constant push and pull against the two of you, especially once he left for college. the two of you constantly argued, but always came back together. you weren't sure why, but he was worth holding onto.

its currently your freshman year of college, and since marlon was already a sophomore, you gained friends easily. however, you didn't want to have friends just through your boyfriend, so you stepped out of your comfort zone and made your own friends too.

it was a late Saturday night, and you were currently at a party because the basketball team had won their semi-final. you didn't even like parties- but having friends that you could talk to was nice.

after a while of talking, you went to find Marlon. Who, as you guessed, was by the beer pong table. you walked over and once Marlon saw you his face lit up.

"hey, babe!" he pulled you into a tight embrace, and kept you at his side. you tried to ignore the stares of other partygoers, but you could feel them. all of them asking the same question.

why was the Marlon summers, wasting his time with a random girl?

you didn't know either. while Marlon was talking to his friends, a girl came over and started talking to him. she was beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect skin. she looked like the kinda girl he would go for.

Marlon, clearly obilvious to her obvious chances to flirt, just kept talking about the game because that's who he was. the friendly one.

but as they continued to talk, you couldn't help but feel a pang in your heart. maybe this was who Marlon was.