A/N: Here is the next chapter.

Delevonta's POV

I continued to talk to Mark like we were old friends. I found that he was a great listener. He also could crack very funny jokes. We continued to talk about everything we could think of. He told me about his crazy family while I told him about mine. He told me about his mother, who would not stop trying to get him to come 'home' though the fact that NYC was his home. I told him about my really over-protective brother, Damien. I left out a major part but I didn't want to lose Mark like I have before with other friends(or boyfriends I'm not exactly sure how I feel about Mark at this point). He tried to follow me when I attempted to get away from him. I switched buses when he had to go to the bathroom. I then moved to Alphabet City so I could get farther away. I might be fooling myself into thinking that he won't find me but of course its just how I was raised, believe in today. I could never tell anyone what used to happen at my house. I won't let them.

We got back to a small loft that seemed like home for Mark. He stepped over the large extension cord that snaked its way out a window. I jumped over it with ease. He went to the small kitchen and got some food cooking. I leaned against the old counter and found an old camera. I began messing with the knob that seemed to be how it worked. It started turning, which meant it was filming. "Close up on Mark. Who is making ramen noodles." I said, remembering all those documentaries I saw. Mark looked up and saw me holding the camera. He smiled at me and shook his head, making his dark brown hair fly around.

"How did you get a hold of my camera?" He asked me.

"I found it on the table." I said, still filming.

"Okay, now gimme my camera." Mark said as he looked away from the noodles floating in the bubbling pan. I stepped away still filming Mark.

"And if I say no?" I asked. Am I flirting with him? I pushed that thought away as he reached out for his camera. I turned and ran around the apartment with him hot on my heels. I turned the camera so it would be a chase scene. I reached one of the bedrooms then realized there was no window. "Aw man! Dead-end!" I yelled. Mark came up to me before doing the unthinkable. He grabbed me around the waist and kissed me.

Mark's POV

No one has ever attempted to keep my camera away from me for more than five seconds. Of course the people who do are my friends and they know by now that my camera is basically an extension of my arm. Now Del has gotten footage of me, which is surprising in itself because I'm usually on the other side of the camera, and stole it. She ran around the loft and into my bedroom, which was a dead-end because it doesn't have a window. I smiled to myself, knowing that she was trapped. "Aw man! Dead-end!" She yelled. She turned to look at me and before I knew what I was doing I was kissing her against the wall. It may have been something in my subconscious that took in her deer-in-headlights look when she saw me come in. Maybe it was her sky blue eyes that looked at me with worry. What surprised me more than anything was that she was actually kissing me back. If all of those books Maureen reads mean anything with the sparks and the angels singing when you kiss your true love or that crap then those authors hit this on the head. And speak of the devil. "MARKY! OMIGOD! HE'S KISSING A GIRL! I TOLD YOU HE WASN'T GAY!" Maureen yelled from behind me. I broke away from Del, who was breathing heavily. If I was true to myself I would say that I was breathing just as heavily. I heard the running of everyone as they made their way to where Maureen was bouncing on her feet. I let Del get away from the wall that I had pinned her against accidentally. She licked her finger and attempted to get some of the lipstick on my lips off. I wiped it off with the back of my hand. She laughed at my attempt. "You're only making it worse!" She yelled at me.

"Ok I have a better idea." I said. I went to my bathroom before shutting it closed, praying that Maureen wouldn't give her the third degree.

End Chapter.