Okay, I got tagged by Hardly Here, who got tagged by CodyRhodesFan for the tagging game thingy that she had made. Confusing, eh?
You're meant to have five short fics for the five prompts, so that'll certainly be interesting.
Also, you put your ipod on shuffle and use one song for each.
Prompts:
Serenade of Roses
Kisses and Angels
Splice the Rainbow
Diamond Ring
Baby's Sleep
Serenade of Roses
Song: The Good Stuff – Kenny Chesney
For: Meh, anyone that likes Shawn/Taker
Note: This…this should be interesting
Shawn stared at the door, his body shaking as he tried to calm himself. Tears welled up in his eyes as he wrapped his arms slowly around his body, that voice still echoing his head. He hadn't meant to upset him; he just didn't understand why Mark was so upset about everything all of a sudden. He dropped down to the floor, his arms pulling his legs up against his chest, his head resting on his knees as he stared at the door, waiting for Mark to come back as tears rolled down his cheeks slowly.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Mark sat in the hotel's bar, his hand clutched tightly around the beer bottle as he stared down at the drink. He wasn't even sure what had happened to lead him down in the bar instead of upstairs with the man he truly wanted to be with. All he could remember was a lot of shouting on his own part before leaving the room and heading down to the bar.
A deep sigh escaped his lips as he took a sip of his beer, grimacing slightly at the taste. It wasn't his favorite kind, but it would have to do. He knew if he tortured himself with the wrong kind of alcohol long enough, then he would just give up and head upstairs. At least, that's what he hoped would happen this time around. He didn't take notice to people around her at least until he felt someone sit next to him, their leg brushing against his.
Lifting his gaze away from his drink, Mark turned his head slightly to look at whomever it was that had chosen to sit next to him and not in the many available seats at the other side of the bar.
"What are you doing down here?" asked Glenn as he turned his attention to Mark. Mark grumbled softly in response, turning his head away from him. Even though he considered the man his best friend, he wasn't really in the mood to talk.
"Come on man," said Glenn, leaning back against the bar as he turned his head towards the dancing floor where many of the wrestlers and divas were dancing, "Why aren't you upstairs with Shawn?"
"I don't need to spend all my time with him," responded Mark lowly, his eyes locked once more on his beer, "Why does it matter to you?"
Glenn turned his head back to him, "You're never without Shawn anymore," he stated, "What happened?"
Mark sighed lowly. He had been hoping to just completely ignore the topic, but no, Glenn just had to keep pressuring him.
"We got into a fight, our first real big fight," he started off, "I'm not sure what started it. I just remember heading upstairs after returning from the arena, and Shawn was there. I asked what was bothering him because he looked upset and he just flipped out on me. He said I pressure him too much, and things like that."
"I don't understand," said Glenn with a frown, "He got upset with you for one question and you're down here drinking yourself into stupidity?"
Mark nodded, looking over at him briefly, "What else can I do? He told me he doesn't want me back anymore."
"And you believed him?" he asked, shaking his head, "Just go back up there, and apologize. He'll apologize too, and everything will be fine again."
Mark grumbled once more as Glenn stood up and walked away, leaving Mark in the solitude of his thoughts. The more he thought over what Glenn said, the more he realized he was in the wrong. He grumbled again as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a bit of cash and tossing it on the counter before standing and leaving the bar.
He paused as he went to walk past the front entrance of the hotel, rolling his eyes when he saw a flower vender just outside the door, and closing up for the night. He hurried out the door and bought a single red rose, then headed back inside; ignoring the odd looks he was getting from everyone else. He walked to the elevator and went up to his floor, heading to his room.
Stopping outside the door, Mark grumbled once more as he pulled out his key and unlocked the door, stepping into the room. He looked around the room, spotting Shawn sitting on the bed, his head down.
Shawn lifted his head as he heard the door shut, his eyes falling on Mark. He stood up and walked over to the older man, tears welling up in his eyes again.
"I'm sorry," Shawn whispered, wrapping his arms around Mark's waist tightly.
"So am I," he said in response, looking down at Shawn. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of Shawn's head before holding the single red rose out to Shawn, smirking faintly when he saw Shawn's eyes light up with happiness.
"Aw!" he squealed, taking the rose from Mark and placing it in a vase he had of other roses that he had bought himself earlier that day. He returned to Mark's side shortly after, smiling up at him. Mark returned the smile with a smirk of his own before picking Shawn up and carrying him over to the bed. He laid Shawn down on the bed, then reached over and turned out the light, the room sinking into darkness as the two men went about their way of forgetting their earlier issues.