Mark wiped off the sweat on his forehead, as he did he took a quick glance at the couple before him. Of course as sharp as a bird Denny was he noticed, giving his friend a heart felt smile. Sometimes Mark wondered if fishing affected Denny in anyway, like per say fishes have really big eyes so maybe thats why Denny was keen on things. Mark in return raised a brow jokingly. Three years have passed since then, and he has moved on. There was no ill-will whatsoever, little by little he began to accept and respect her decision. Little by little he got to bear the sight of her with animal dealer, where he was supposed to be. But three years was nothing compared to 19 years growing up together. He wondered if Vaughn treated her properly, if he realized how lucky of a bastard he was winning over the heart of his best friend. Over the years, he learned not to let out his anger on Vaughn or Chelsea. Vaughn too looked like he needed a friend or too. He cam to accept that if it's not for him then it's not for him... but still, it was like they threw away 19 years worth of friendship. Ah, but it seems like that rejection was a blessing in disguise. Who knew Mark could be so productive? In 3 years he managed to run a succesful farm, earn the respect of others and made new friends. Not only that, he learned a lot and grew a lot too. He realized how much of a fool he had been; his world revolving around Chelsea when there was a whole new world with lots of opportunity for him. Right now love life was the least of his priorities. *CRANK* *WOOSH*
The cranking fishing rod on his hand cut off his train of thought, and he felt like this was a big one too like really really big. "Shit," he cussed, he smacked himself mentally for cursing "Denny! I need a hand this one's a beast!"
"Aw does poor Mark need MY hel-"
"Denny!" Mark shouted barely keeping his grip on the rod.
"Fine fine, after this you cook it- WoAh" Denny held on the rod, feeling the force of the fish. "It looks like a new record here Mark!" Denny said through gritted teeth. The position they were in looked unflattering for both of the men. Mark was losing his grip, so when he saw Vaughn and Chelsea passing by, without thinking he called out: "Yo! Vaugh? Do you mind helping us out right here? This one reaally doesn't want to be eaten, we could even share the food with you, so-OOF" .
Vaughn was actually caught off guard when the blond asked for his help, but nonetheless it couldn't hurt to help out right? The animal dealer gripped on the fishing pole, and he felt the sudden pull the fish had, a very very strong pull. The man power of the three men seemed to be no match for the beast fish. Slowly they were being drawn to the edge of the pier. The soles of their boots rubbing against the dock. Then SPLASH! down they went.
Mark went down the deepest and somehow he hit his head on the rock. His vision was getting blurry and he could've sworn a girl? with green hair was grinning at him. Next thing he knew he was being pulled to the shore.
Denny smacked his friend's face once more, while Vaughn pressed down on Mark's stomach. Lanna, Chelsea and the other on the beach circled around them, trying to keep thei distance as much as possible. Chelsea quivered in her red galoshes and Lanna was visibly shaking. "C'mon now you idiot! Wake up!" Denny shouted while shaking Mark's head. As if he had been heard. Mark spewed out salt water and a lot of vomit, more like he choked on it.
Mark's vision was starting clear once again, but his hearing seemed to be a problem.
Mark... Mark...There were faint whispers of a girl... Then he was snapped back to reality with Denny slapping him right across the face.
"This angle of me doesn't look flattering at all does it?" He said, wincing as he felt the ache of his head and the burn of Denny's slapping on his face. Then they were laughing while Mark, on the other hand was wincing due to said laughing.
"Mark I think you've finally lost it with you hitting your head like that. You ass. We better take you to the clinic." Denny grinned; he pulled the blond boy up and swung his arm around his shoulers. "Sorry for the trouble Vaughn and thanks. This is really embarassing for the three of us y'know? A bastard fish pulling us to the ocean! Shit! HECK DENNY! That could've been a shark or an octopus! I've never tasted one before. Maybe we should swim after it-" Mark rambled on, his head all spinny and dizzy.
"You must have hit your head pretty badly." Denny sighed, this scene looks oddly familiar with all the nights Mark spent drinking with him. "Don't worry folks! He'll be fine. Welp Lanna, babe, I'll see you later okay?" He winked at his girl, and in return Lanna blushed.
So off they were to the clinic.
Hi guys! So, I've decided to actually make the oneshot of Chelsea become a fic. So yes. The one shot is called "Used to" but now I'm gonna flesh it out into this fanfic. :' So hope ya'll enjoyed.
