The Story of Mark and Blake

By: Fair Weather Tyrant

Dear Mom and Dad,

I can't stand living in this mansion anymore, so I've decided to runaway. I couldn't stand being in that large house with you two only talking about pride, status and me being the only heir to our family. By the time you read this I will be gone and far away from this life style you have chosen for me. But don't worry, I won't be alone, I have my butler with me. You know, Mark? The one I picked up off the streets, the one you always hated?

Sincerely,

Blake

That was my letter to my parents, saying that I ran away. It's already been a year and a half since I ran away. I'm now 17. Mark is 24. Mark was the one who has always been by my side ever since I found him lying in the trash bins at my house. That was when I was 5 years old; he was only 12 years old. I brought him home immediately, once inside, my parents told me to get him out of the house and never talk to him again. But I threw a tantrum and they finally said yes. So, I gave him a job, a home, clothes, and food…and he became…my friend.

Mark and I live in a two story house within a neighborhood, at first, I was adamant about moving into a commoners housing since I was born and raised in a rich household. What I wanted was given, when I wanted I wanted it was instantly. But, Mark…he convinced me that my parents wouldn't think of looking for us in this kind of house. But lately, Mark has been teaching me things that regular people do that a rich kid like would never have thought of doing themselves; and….I like him being my tutor on a regular person's day. I'm still not used to the physical labor yet, but I see Mark with a smile on his face. Strangely, I feel…really happy…and excited…because, whenever we are out doing *errands *I believe that's what they're called* he just has a straight face. But when we get home, he lets out a really loud sigh and immediately smiles when we are alone. Then I get to see a side of him that most people never see….he has this loving, caring, and controlling side. But it's very very subtle.

Our daily lives consists of him dressing me with a red face, cooking three meals a day, helps wash my body with a bloody nose, and dresses me for bed with a red face and a bloody nose *from the bath.* He does everything by himself, cleans this smaller house than the mansion but pretty big house by himself, cooks every meal by himself without the help of other maids or butlers, drives me around whenever we need supplies, does any repairs to the house, fixes both our "commoner's car" that we bought and our small limo that we used for my runaway, and does all these things called *chores* by himself while I watch him from either the bay window in the big room or the bedroom window. Sometimes I just want to run out there and tell him to not strain himself so much, but the one time that I did, he simply said "Don't worry about me Blake, my body has gotten used to being to its limits, just head back inside until I'm done, ok?" It still worries me even though it has been a year and half since we have been living together.

Our house consists of: 4 bedrooms, 2 front rooms, 2 bathrooms, 1 laundry room, a large kitchen, a '2-bay' garage *I think that's what he said* and a storage room that is connected to the garage. Out back, there's a large wooden deck that leads to the largest room in the back through double doors. Even with all the rooms, we only use one bathroom, the kitchen, the main dining room, the laundry room, and the largest room; I call it the bay room, and lastly, one bedroom. When we first moved in, we gave the *realtor* the money and paid for the house in full. Her jaw dropped and wide eyed and speechless, Mark had his straight face on, when the person left, he took me around the looking at all the different rooms. He pointed out to the *master bedroom* say that room was mine and the room right across from mine would be his. But when we tried to sleep in separate rooms, I was too scared to sleep alone, so I climb into bed with him late at night. In the morning, he was so shocked to see me in his bed. When I woke up, I told him that I got scared because I've just ran away from home, what I was used to, to something that was drastically smaller than the mansion. Then I blurted out: "Let's share the Master bedroom," after the short silence, he sighed and said ok with a smile. That was when I first saw his smile for the first time in my life, even when we were at the mansion, he never smiled back then. It was probably because he knew that my parents did not like him.

If Mark wasn't here with me, I wouldn't know what I would do without him. It wasn't long when I realized that I was extremely dependent on Mark…..but if I wasn't here….would Mark still be alive? Or…dead? If he was without me, and alive, would he be ok?

It was then, that I realized something else…..I think…this is what people call "head over heels" or "LOVE."

"Hey Mark?"

"Yes, my lord?"

"First off, stop calling me 'lord' and don't even think about calling me 'young master', second of all, what is it like to be 'in love'?"

"*cough* *cough* ahem, it's a feeling when you find yourself with a smile on your face when your with someone special to you, you get embarrassed if they know something that only you would know of, let you see sides of their personalities that they wouldn't share to anyone else, share pain, happiness, sorrow, and so on."

Right then, I muttered "so that's it", but I didn't want Mark to hear it, so I made it look like I was thinking about something with my hand over my mouth.

"What was that?"

"Oh! Nothing!"

"Uh huh"

I couldn't look into his eyes at that moment, so I took off running up stairs slamming the door as the sound echoed throughout the entire house.

"Hmmm I wonder….it couldn't be…"

"Aw man! I'm so stupid! I almost blurted something out. I don't think he likes that kind of relationship, does he? What do I do? I mean, I don't want to admit it, but I can't deny it. I'm so pathetic." My mind was in complete chaos. My head was filled these questions of Mark and what he likes or even if he likes anything. Then it came to me that the only I knew about him other than his age, was the fact that he was half dead when I found him that day. "I wonder if he's still washing the dishes." I climbed out of the bed slowly and cracked open the door only to see that Mark was standing right there, so I jumped back in surprise. "Oh god you scared me! Don't do that!"

"Oh sorry, young master, but are you feeling alright?"

"I-I'm fine….but what are you doing?"

"I just finished the dishes, but you ran off to the bedroom so fast I couldn't tell if you are running a fever, so I brought some medicine just in case an-"

"I'm fine. I'm not sick. It's almost impossible for to get sick with me being cooped up in the house all the time."

"That's not entirely true."

"What?"

"Well, without the proper amount of exorcise, nutrients, and sunlight, your body is actually more susceptible to viruses and colds and what not."

I couldn't say anything back because I didn't know that fact and that other stuff. I wasn't too keen to actually pay attention to my science/medical tutor. I didn't pay attention to almost any of my private tutors that my parents hired, the only one that has really taught me any and everything was Mark. When I looked back up at him, all he gave me was a small smile and a pat on my head.

"Anyway, I've prepared dinner for us. Come down when you have washed your hands and face."

"S-sure will do." I just stood there and watched him walk out of the room. I put my hands on my head to feel where he touched it only to find that it was still hot. I didn't realize it, my face also felt hot as I was brimming with embarrassment. I couldn't focus on washing my hands and face, every time I tried to wash them all that came to mind was his words to me.

"Young Masteeerr~"

"Coming~!" I just hope he doesn't realize my feelings for him…..cause….I love him.