It’s about two weeks later on a Saturday. You haven’t seen Marshall for this whole time. According to Jake, he says Hailie said that her dad has been in the studio for the last two weeks working on stuff for Relapse 2 and some things for others. You really wish you could see him, you think you’re about ready to tell him the whole truth about how you like him, and that you were lying to him about not liking him. You also plan to tell him about Jordan, and how he’s the reason, you never wanted to get into a relationship until you met, and got to liking Marshall. You plan to tell him...

“What do you think you’re doing?!” an adult type lady yells. Shes got some weird bushy hair do that is blonde, she looks kinda old but still young. And she looks like she does drugs a lot.
“Mom! What are you doing here?” Marshall ask immediately letting go of your hand. You just stand there sort of scared staring at the two of them.
“You better get your ass home boy,” says the lady pointing back behind her as if his house was right there.
“I was, I was just gonna bring Lily home. Do you mind?” Marshall smarts off. He looks very angry with his mother.
“No! You’re coming home...

“Hey Nick,” you say with a smile while looking up from your dresser with pictures of you and your friends on it. He glares at you as he sets his bag down. “What? Have a bad day or something?” you ask.
“Kinda, that school is full of a bunch of fags,” he says.
“That’s nice,” you say looking at him funny. “So is my school,” you say.
“Hey,” Marshall says sitting you lightly.
“I didn’t mean you,” you say and hit him back. “So calm down,”
“So who is this?” Nick asks.
“My friend Marshall,” you say. Marshall gives Nick a slight smile.
“Ok,” Nick says and does...

Chapter 1
    I was walking down the sidewalk in Detroit Michigan, past the Shady Records building, a building that I wish I could just walk right into, but you have to have a special pass to get in. My friend, Megan, and I learned that the hard way back in 2000 when we tried to walk in just to check it out. This large black guy and his stupid friend threw us out the back door, and told us that if we ever did that again they'd call the cops, and we'd go to jail for break in or something, but that was two years ago. They should have just let us off with a warning, but they...