Do You Remember When (Marshal)

[Caedyn James Maslow]

Flashback (three years ago)

Caedyn had no idea how he got lost in the city so easily, it seemed like just a minute ago he was at home and now he was lost in the middle of the park. That’s what he got for being a new kid, and to make matters worse he was a new kid from Cheshire England and he knew that alone would make it hard to fit in. Holding his map in his hands he glanced down at it muttering things under his breath, mostly unmentionable words in his mists of anger and annoyance. He really hated his parents for moving him all the way out here to Seattle, it only made him miss home even more and it didn’t help that everyone here talked in an accent that really differed from his. Bumping into someone he looked up quickly mumbling sorry before heading on his way his nose buried into his map he was holding, at least he was in till he tripped and landed on the ground his ankle twisting in an awkward way. He was really screwed now as he sighed sitting there looking around surprised when a boy about his age hurried over.

“Are you alright” he said with such worry that it really surprised him, “oh yeah I suppose I should be. My ankle really hurts though” Caedyn looked down at his ankle as the boy frowned, “that has to really suck. You’re not around here either are you, I can tell by your accent. It’s different” Caedyn laughed and nodded, “no I’m from Cheshire” he said nodding. “Where’s that” the boy asked? “England” Caedyn stood trying to keep as much weight off his ankle as possible, “I always wanted to go there” the boy smiled holding his hand out. “I’m Marshal, and I just know we’ll be great friends” Caedyn smiled. “Caedyn and I think so too” and now the rest was history.

(Present)

Three years ago he met Marshal, and the minute he looked into his eyes everything just felt right. Through the years of knowing him, Caedyn couldn’t step from falling in love with him and he knew these feelings were wrong and he shouldn’t have been having them. Because of this he started drinking and doing drugs to rid his self of any of the feelings he had even though he knew that it was really worrying people that he cared about. In fact it was worrying Marshal and he really didn’t want to do that, he never wanted to worry Marshal even though he knew he was. Slipping his shoes on he swallowed hard heading outside wearing a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers, along with as hat before heading to the same place he met Marshal thinking.

It was sorta funny how things just seemed to work out to where they were today and he really liked the way that things turned out, he had his best friend. Even though he was so very in love with him he was just happy to have his friendship, he just needed to have him in his life. He needed to have his best friend; he’d die without him even though he knew that with his habits he was killing his self. He just really couldn’t help it though, he was just scared that he was going too rejected if he told Marshal the truth and he was afraid of that rejection. Getting to the park he looked around spotting the fountain and smiling remembering when Marshal had to fish him out of it once when he fell in, he gotten sick the next day but it was worth it. It was a great day, sitting down on a bench he sighed pulling his phone out. Might as well play a game to pass the time, he thought as he just started playing on his phone.

[Marshal Raidon Adams]

About three years ago
Marshal was walking through the park today, looking for something fun. He hadn’t come for a purpose, but the beautiful scenery, and girls, were always welcoming. He walked slowly around the parks many pavements, relaxed and happy. The air seemed to be fresh, the air felt right..Nothing seemed wrong. The park was scattered as usual, just few clumps of people here, another clump here, but it wasn’t filled. He hummed a merry tune under his breath as he walked, looking about for any girls that looked like they needed someone to talk to. He admired a few female joggers for a minute, and then decided to just keep walking on, thinking that he no chance.

Marshal noticed a peculiar sight, a poor kid with his nose buried in a map. He seemed confused, and a confused person needed help. As he stepped off the pavement to make it to the poor kid, he saw his ankle roll awkwardly. “Are you okay?” He said with all the sincerity in his voice. In all honesty, Marshal was quite taken aback by the guy’s accent, it was really different. That didn’t stop him from beaming him smile and telling him his name and what amazing friends they would be in the future.

As of now
There wasn’t a thing that could keep Marshal from the park today. He was to hang out with Caedyn, his best friend ever. The two had been stuck like glue since that day when they had met in the park three years ago and Marshal had helped him out. It had been mostly fun times ever since. There was the days were Caedyn seemed a bit more depressed than others, but Marshal was determined to help his friend through everything. Or at least, what he had learned and could actually help him through. It seemed his friend was hiding something, and Marshal couldn’t help him out of it. He partially remembered the conversation he had last night with Caedyn, about him loving one of his closest friends...Who was a guy....Marshal couldn't help but think that he was the guy he was talking about, and that had torn him about all night long. He felt horrible. He felt confused. Most of all Marshal felt like he needed to actually talk with Caedyn, in real life, and not online.

In complete honesty, Marshal was horribly worried about Caedyn. He didn’t want anything to happen to him, but he didn’t know what to do. There was almost nothing he could do to get his friend off of the drugs and alcohol, all the odd things his friend seemed to be addicted to. Marshal was not the tone for drugs, it just didn’t float his boat. When it came to drinking, yes, the occasional party here and there was amazing. Though he wasn’t totally addicted to it like his dear friend was, he just liked to drink off a hard week. Finding his friend in the area they had first met, he smiled and walked to him. Oh dear Caedyn, what would I do without you... He thought in his head. ”Are you playing Draw Something? I head that game is very addicting..” Marshall look down at his friends phone trying to get a look at what he was doing.

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[Caedyn James Maslow]

That day Caedyn sprained his ankle, but he also found his best friend and that was enough to make his day even a little better. Now a days it seemed like everything was just changing between them though ad Caedyn was getting more and more addicted to all the drugs and drinking that was just messing up his life, when he drank he wasn't quite his self. He was actually pretty moody and just all around not that pleasant and it was a surprise that people were actually able to put up with him for the most part. Marshal just seemed to be able to put up with him, and keep that amazing smile on his face all the time.

It almost surprised Caedyn how the boy hardly ever frowned but he never minded it, he never wanted to see the boy frown. No never Marshal, he was to much of of good guy to ever have to worry about dare being unhappy. Caedyn on the other hand, he hardly even cared if he lived or if he died anymore. To Caedyn he just really felt like a waste of space since his friend was just so smart and all while of course Caedyn just sort of wasn't, Marshal was in college while Caedyn just decided to ship it all together. He never felt like the college type, hardly even passing in any of his classes back in high school. He wasn't what you would really call a smart one, since he found drinking and doing drugs more important then actual school work. He started drinking when he was seventeen, only two years ago and around the same time he started with the drugs too. It was really the only thing he could do to rid his self of the feelings that he had for Marshal, he just couldn't have those feelings.

Besides he had no idea how to tell Marshal that he loved him anyways, and he knew if he did there could be no way he could ever love him back. Caedyn was just stupid and moody sometimes, he really wasn't worth and maybe that was just his depression talking. He knew he had depression, after his father passed away it really came into play. Back then he was even worse then how he was now, and he could tell Marshal was really worried about him then and the boy was worried about him too. He hated that Marshal even had to worry, he never did mean to make him worry as much as he did. He just couldn't help but just be he way he was and do the things that he did, he could easily just go ahead and say that he was simply just addicted, he knew that he was. The nineteen year old was a simple drug addict mixed with alcoholic, and it was a simple sad fact as well.

Just sitting on that bench he stared at his phone playing his game, not paying attention to really anything around him or a change. That was at least in till he heard a very familiar voice smiling and looking up from his phone, "no mate temple run" he laughed looking up at him now. This was he boy he fell in love with, and just looking at him now he bit his lip shaking his head. He was slowly going mad, that much was clear to him and he couldn't seem to help it either. He was just so in love with Marshal, and he as just certain that these feelings were just well wrong.

[Marshal Raidon Adams]

Marshal seemed to be oblivious to his friends feeling. According to him, they were just really close friends. He was in fact, a care free guy. He was happy go lucky and made friends with anyone who cared to give him a time of day. This was mostly because Marshal never felt like he was good enough. The more charismatic he was, the more he thought it was likely for people to like him. That’s what made him feel better, made him feel like he was good enough. When he gets into a fight, with his mother, or sister, or that random jerk, he is always reminded that he just can’t make it.
Being a phycology major was not all that easy, Marshal had a low B, and he didn’t seem to be getting much. His mother had told him to major in something else, but he just wanted to prove to her that he was something. Now, he had screwed up, it looked like he wasn’t going to be anything. He was to headstrong to ask anyone for help, he wanted to handle it on his own. Though it seemed he couldn’t, he was out to prove something. He was going to prove is parents wrong for once.

Marshal had not a clue why Caedyn had picked up the drugs, or where, or why. Same was to go for the drinking problem. It all seemed to happen at random one day. Or maybe he had just been too oblivious to his dear friend’s needs. Now he noticed Caedyns addictions, but it seemed too late to do anything. Marshal had brought various AA meetings, he refused. He didn’t think his friend could survive going cold turkey, so that left Marshal out of ideas. Well, short of running into his house and stealing anything that seemed illegal. That wouldn’t work either, because Caedyn would just buy more.

It would be a lie to say that Marshal wasn’t always surprised by his friends accent. Even after three years, it always surprised him to hear it. Though he knew that if his friend spoke in any other accent, well Marshal couldn’t imagine it. Temple Run? Marshal chuckled and shook his head. ”I will always have the high score!” He sat on the bench next to his friend. ”It’s impossible for me to come here and not think of how I met you, you know?” He clasped his hands together and leaned back on the hard wooden bench, gazing into the sky as he thought about it. Putting one of his hands on Caedyn’s shoulders he said ”Damn, its been three years my friend! I think I saw a grey hair in my hair this morning..”

[Caedyn James Maslow]

Caedyn actually had a lot going on in his life, it was to the point where it didn’t even seem like he could handle everything that was going on as he slowly continued going down his downward spiral into his depression. He would just sit and drink some days wishing that all his feelings could just vanish, his drinking and drug use was just what always made him numb and he was better off feeling numb then really feeling anything at all. He just never wanted to be happy, and he never wanted to be unhappy too so he just had to be unfeeling, he wanted to be numb. A numbing feeling, he actually always seemed to enjoy that feeling. He just needed to feel nothing, he loved Marshal and he knew he shouldn’t love him.

In his mind it was wrong for him to love him like he did, it was wrong to like guys or at least that was what people always use to say. It was a sin apparently, but of course he never believed that as an atheist. In fact he was actually never even to church before really, only ever when his dad died had he been in a church in the last few years. He went more as a kid and as he grew older his very little faith he ever did have came to be nothing at all, he was a full blown atheist by then. He just believed that there was really no point in even believing when so much was just going wrong in his life, and so many people he cared about were dying and no matter what he tried to do he just couldn’t seem to stop it. It almost made him into the nonbeliever that he was today; he just couldn’t get his self to believe in god.

Just sitting on the bench he snorted when Marshal talked about his high score, even though he so knew he beat that score ages ago. “I totally beat your score already Marsh, and yeah I know. I’m always having flashbacks mate, I remember you use to always find my accent amazing, you don’t anymore though. You hear it all the time it’s almost like you’re just so use to it” he laughed looking at the sky smiling. Three years was a pretty long time ago, he was surprised they were actually able to remain friends through all this time and everything that has happened so far. He was happy for their friendship though, since he really valued their friendship before any of his other ones. He felt really that without Marshal he would probably be unable to survive, Marshal meant so much to him.