Chapter 1

Mark's POV

My eyes opened slowly as my alarm went off. Grumbling, I turned it off and just stared at my ceiling as I started to wake up more. I yawned scratching my chin, feeling little hairs prickle my fingertips. Maybe I should shave... I thought to myself. "Nah." I said lazily.

I sat up in bed, running a hand through my hair taking out a few tangles in the process. I yawned again as I reached for my glasses. I got up and headed to my bathroom for a nice shower.

I closed the door to keep the heat in and walked over to the shower, turning the knobs to the perfect temperature. While I waited, I took off my t-shirt and pajama pants. I took my boxers off and stepped into the relaxing heat. I grabbed the shampoo and lathered my head up with the sweet-scented suds. I started playing with my hair making it stand straight up. I laughed when I realized that I was acting like a child.

I rinsed out the bubbles before I grabbed my secret stuff that makes my hair so damn sexy. I rinsed that out after a minute or so. I cleaned the rest of my body, still wrapped in the warmth of the water.

I probably just stood in the shower for thirty more minutes before I finally stepped out. Mainly because the water turned cold on me. I shook my head, water droplets falling everywhere as I reached for my fluffy towel.

I dried myself off, wrapping it around my waist as I stepped out of the bathroom. I grabbed my 'lucky' flannel and comfortable jeans. I got dressed before walking back into the bathroom to continue my morning routine.

I looked in the mirror. Damn my hair looks fluffy. I thought poking at it slightly. I run my brush through it to remove any tangles and I brushed my teeth. I looked back at the mirror. A handsome son of a bitch stared back at me. I chuckled to myself as I walked back into my room turning the light off as I passed through the door.

I was about to sit at my computer but my phone rang. Picking it up I saw that Aaron was calling me. I smiled as I pressed Accept.

"Hey Yami, how are ya buddy?" I asked smiling. "Hello? Is this Mark?" Someone different asked, it was a woman. "Y-yeah. Why do you have Aaron's phone?" I asked tentatively. "Aaron's in the hospital and your number was on speed-dial." I nearly dropped the phone. "Sir? We would really appreciate it if you could come to watch over him. Could you?" The lady asked. "Ye-" I cleared my throat. "Yeah, of course. I'll see when the next flight to 'Brit-' to London will be." I said quietly. "Thank you Sir. Cheers." The lady said. "Yeah. Cheers." I said before hanging up.

I sat in my chair, immediately looking up plane tickets to London. I was relieved to see one leaves today around 4. I looked at the clock. It was almost 10 in the morning. I smiled slightly and bought the tickets. I had 6 hours left.

I grabbed my suitcase and packed at least two weeks' worth of clothes. I made a quick video saying how I was going to be gone for two weeks and how I won't be able to make any videos while I'm gone. I set it to upload tomorrow.

I looked at the time. It said 11:30. I turned off my lights and turned off the power in my house. I locked the door behind me. I called a cab, not wanting my car stolen while I'm gone.

The cab arrived I put my stuff beside me and told the guy to go to the airport. It was a peaceful drive. It gave me time to think of what happened to Aaron to cause him to go to the hospital. I guess I spaced out because the guy snapped his fingers in front of my face. I apologized and thanked him for the ride, paying him with a little tip.

I looked at my phone and realized that the drive here was an hour and a half. I sighed as I went through the doors to begin my long trek through security.

~Time skip, two hours later~

I plopped down on a chair after waiting for two whole hours, Jeez. I took out my phone. One hour left. I sighed unlocking my phone to pass the time.

I guess I zoned out again because I heard my plane being called out. I put my phone away and grabbed my luggage, rather my "carry-on" since my other bags were already loaded.

I gave the lady my ticket smiling as she nodded her head. I found my seat. I had the window seat. I set my bag at my feet while I sat down in my spot. I buckled up so I wouldn't have to later. I was about to go to sleep to skip the plane ride until I felt a couple light taps on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see a gasping kid as his eyes widen. I smiled, chuckling softly.

"Hi." I said. The kid looked as if he was about to cry. Oh no… "Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry, please." I said worried. "I'm-I'm just so glad I get to finally meet y-you." The kid said sniffling a bit, but he held back his tears.

"Really?" I asked. "Hold on a sec." I said as I pulled my bag up to me. I'm glad I packed these… I thought as I pulled out a small pink mustache. "Here." I said, handing him the miniature Warfstache. "So, what's your name?" I asked.

Before the kid could answer. A woman walked up to us. "Danny, are you bothering this man?" She asked. "Mom, I'm almost 12 now. I'm not that annoying anymore." The kid protested. His mother was about to say something before I cut in. "Ma'am, don't worry, he's not bothering me at all." I said politely. "Alright, then." The lady smiled kindly before she sat in the row beside us.

"Anyways, I wish my sister was still here to see you." Danny said looking down slightly. "What do you mean by that?" I asked quietly. "Well mom said that she had to go away for a while but that was almost a year ago…" Danny said. "How old was she?" I asked. "She was almost in 12th grade. She was a little down at times but she's the one that told me about you. She said that you had helped in ways no one really could. But she said that it was still really hard… I really miss Sasha…" Danny said trailing off. "Plus I don't think my dad took it so well that she left. A week or two after Sasha left, he left too…" Danny finished looking down.

Aww… I shook my head slightly. "Hmm, well. Maybe you'll see them again someday." I said smiling. He smiled up at me slightly. I tried to stifle a yawn. "I hate to say this but I'm actually kind of tired. It was truly nice to meet you Danny." I said ruffling his hair. He giggled as he playfully tried to push my arm away. "Alright. Night Mark." He said yawning too. He soon started to snore quietly. I looked over towards his mom, seeing that she had a picture in her lap. I looked closer. In the picture I saw a man, his arm draped over a girl's shoulder, both smiling brightly at the camera. I looked up at the mother's face, noticing a few tears falling down every so often. I frowned sadly. "I'm sorry for your losses." I said quietly. She quickly wiped away her tears before she looked up at me. She glanced at Danny. "He's not old enough to know that they're never coming back. I was planning on telling him when he's 16." She said softly. I slightly nodded my head.

I ripped off a corner of a magazine that was there as an idea to pass the time. I wrote something down before I stretched out my arm. "Here," I said, she took the paper, looking at it slightly confused."Why did you give me a phone number?" She asked. "It's mine. I thought I could help in the near future if it ever comes to that point. That is if you're ok with my offer to help. I know I'm a

stranger and everything. But I can guarantee you that I am a good man." I said smiling softly. She smiled slightly, "I'll accept your offer. Thank you... Mark, right?" She asked. "Yeah, it's Mark and you're welcome." I said. She relaxed in her seat closing her eyes.

I turned towards the window, staring out into the night. I think back to the picture that she was holding. I just hope that that's not me in a few days… But instead of two people… I will just see one British man that I would never be able to talk to agi- No! I have to stop thinking like that…

I sigh quietly as I close my eyes, dreaming of what tomorrow might have in store, just waiting for me.