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Today had felt like a bunch of bullshit to Marvin. First Jeffy had decided to take all the cereal in the house and maple syrup to pour it all over the house in his own definition of “breakfast” or something.
Then when Marvin got upset at him Rose took his side as usual which left Marvin defenseless. Rose started to cry and bitch which was something Marvin just didn’t have the energy to handle.
“Well if you hate me and my yelling so much just leave!” Marvin yelled, tiredly.
“I'm going to my mothers!!” She cried out as she dragged Jeffy by the arm to the front door.
“She’s just going to come back because she doesn’t even have her stuff and her parents don't care..” Marvin thought to himself as he heard the front door slam shut.
There was a few minutes of silence before Marvin got off the sticky couch, wondering for a moment as he stood there as to when he even sat down, probably doing it absent mindedly while yelling.
He went down stairs and got a beer, he didn’t drink often but he knew Brooklyn guy talked often about how it got his mind off things.
Marvin went outside in what felt like a blur, there wasn’t any reason to stay inside when the mess was just waiting to be cleaned and Chef PP’s yelling wasn’t going to just magically disappear.
Marvin sat on the front porch, quietly nursing a beer. He really didn’t want to clean the couch.. “Maybe I could get Brooklyn Guy to do it..” he muttered to himself.
There were a few beats of silence before Marvin called Brooklyn Guy. The phone rang for a few seconds before the line picked up.
“Marvin? What’re you callin me for.. It’s five in the morning, which is the exact time I wake up.. Are you trying to get me out of work? Because that’s what it seems like and-” he rambled on for a few moments before getting cut off by Marvin
“No no no.. I need you to come..” he paused, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. He couldn't tell if it was the effect of the beer he’d snagged from the kitchen or if it’s sleepless nights of taking care of Jeffy and worrying about Brooklyn Guy or the weight of all his missed house payments.
“I need you to come over and clean my couch.. Jeffy fucked it up.” He managed out.
“Hey, buddy.. Are you okay?” Brooklyn Guy questioned. Marvin usually wasn’t one to get drunk. He knew he always needed some encouragement to do so.
“Just come over..”
Brooklyn Guy was about to reply but Marvin hung up before he could get any words to come to mind. He noticed Karen still asleep, her loud ass snoring being the reason why he was already awake when Marvin called.
Brooklyn sighed as he stood up and began to get ready. He wasn’t even a maid, why should he clean for Marvin? He couldn’t help but feel like Marvin was taking advantage of him. It was a constant thought that always lived in his head rent free .. But, maybe he could let it slide.. Just this once, It didn’t seem like Marvin was in the best head space.