Imagines and One-Shots

Clueless (Marshall Traver) - Part 1

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Early the next afternoon, Marshall texted you with his address, telling you to come over whenever you were ready. You had been up all morning, getting an early start on your project. You didn't think he'd actually text you, to be quite honest, figuring he just said he wasn't going to make you do the work alone so you didn't feel as bad about having to be his partner.

You thought about it for a moment before getting up to change out of your pajamas. Since he texted you, you felt that you should go to his place anyway.

Reading the directions Google maps gave you, you learned that Marshall only lived a couple blocks away, so you decided to walk. It was a bit chilly that day, but you didn't mind – you simply pulled a sweater over your head and put on your jeans before slipping on a pair of shoes. You put everything you would need into your backpack and headed out the door after letting your parents know where you were going.

Once you arrived at Marshall's house, you knocked on the door and patiently waited for someone to answer. It took a few moments, but Marshall finally got there, cheerfully greeting you and moving out of the way so you could come inside. He led you to the dining room where he already had his books lying on the table.

"My parents aren't home right now," he told you, "I hope that's okay."

You nodded, sitting down and beginning to take your books out of your bag. You had put your notebook in your textbook so you didn't lose your place and when you put it on the table, you heard Marshall sigh.

"Did you get started already?" he asked, making you look up at him. You nodded sheepishly, sinking down in your chair. "Y/N," he smiled slightly, not wanting you to think he was actually upset with you, "I told you; We're gonna work on this together, so you don't need to do any extra work."

"Sorry," you whispered, looking down at your hands.

"You know, Y/N," Marshall said softly, "You really need to stop letting people take advantage of you."

"Easy for you to say," you muttered, "People won't do anything if you tell them no."

You dug your pen out of your bag and opened your textbook, hoping Marshall would get the hint that you didn't want to talk about it anymore. Fortunately, he did, simply sighing again and opening his own book.

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A little over half an hour later, you and Marshall were still working. It had been mostly silent, only a few instances of "Do you think we should include this?" thrown around here and there.

But as time went on, you could feel Marshall beginning to pay more attention to you than to the words in front of him. You finally looked up at him to see if he was actually staring and he was, his head barely tilted to the right.

"Do you need help with something?" you asked him. He cocked an eyebrow as if to ask what you meant. "You keep staring at me," you answered the unspoken question, "Figured you wanted something."

"I do," he said confidently, "A someone though, not a something."

"Well, you can go get them after we're done here then."

"Don't think she'll want much to do with me after we're done here."

"Why?" you raised an eyebrow, "She getting tired of waiting? We can go ahead and call it a day if you want."

"She's doesn't seem very interested actually," he shrugged.

You scoffed lightly, "I doubt that."

"Why do you doubt it?" he asked, closing his book. You rolled your eyes.

"Because boys are clueless," you answered, looking back down at your book, "Never notices when a girl likes them."

You were reading the material, jotting down notes every now and then, and you could still feel Marshall's stare. You sighed lightly, but continued trying to ignore it.

When another few minutes passed and he still hadn't so much as glanced at the book in front of him, you finally spoke up.

"Marshall," you looked at him again, "Seriously. Why do you keep staring at me?"

"Because you're fascinating," he chuckled, "I like to look at fascinating things."

"I'm fascinating?" you gave him a somewhat sarcastic laugh, "Okay, I'll play along. What's so fascinating about me that you can't manage to look away for two seconds?"

"Everything," he answered simply, "But right now, it's the way you're reading that book. You're chewing on your lip and twirling the same strand of hair around your finger over and over. You seem so lost in the words you're reading – like if you stopped and thought about something else even for a second, everything you read would just disappear. I could write a book about how fascinating I find you, you know. Kinda makes me wonder how you would act if you were as into a person as you are the things you read." You stared at him for a moment before looking back down at your book.

You never thought someone could be captivated by the way you read, and to now know that that someone was Marshall made your heart flutter. It confused you as to why he would pay so much attention to you when he could have literally any girl he wanted, but you would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it.

"We have to do this project, Marshall," you swallowed, not really sure what else to do.

Marshall stood up, moving around the table and taking new residence on the chair next to you. He took the pen out of your hand and set it down, then wrapped his thumb, index, and middle fingers around your chin. Your heart skipped a beat as he lifted your head back up so he could look into your eyes.

"What do I have to do to get you to look at me like that?" he whispered. You didn't know where the comment came from, but once the first word left your mouth, you didn't bother stopping the rest.

"Maybe try to not be so clueless," you told him. You saw the corner of his mouth twitch into a smirk.

"Would I be crazy if I asked to kiss you right now?" he asked.

"Completely," you stated, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his.

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so this was originally going to be a luke thing but then i got an anon on tumblr that wanted more marshall and now here we are

inspiration: http://fivesaucekisses.tumblr.com/post/128519877759/what-i-questioned-looking-up-from-my-book-and