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Aand this is all going to be pretty much from Mark's point of veiw through the whole thing. I usually don't do things from Marky's pov and decided to do this since I relate with him more on this sort of topic. :

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Mark groaned and turned over in his bed as a tapping started on his window. What was that? Was it raining? He reached over for his glasses and turn on his bed table lamp looking at the window letting out an involuntary gasp. "Maureen!" He said and scrambled out of his bed to the window opening it letting her in. He stepped back and watched as she fell through the window and laughed to herself standing up. "What the hell are you doing here?" He hissed and looked over at his door as there were footsteps outside of it. He moved to his lamp as quietly as he could and turned it off. "Maureen...?" he whispered as she stepped closer to him and pulled him into a kiss.

Oh good lord. He thought to himself feeling his insides turn into hot liquid like they did every time she kissed him. He heard a disappointed moan leave his mouth as she pulled away and looked down fumbling with the bag she was carrying. She pulled out a pastel blue package and handed it to Mark then sat down on his bed. "What's this?"

"It's for you're birthday." Maureen said.

He stared at her as she smiled at him then looked around his room mildly interested. He didn't think she had ever been in his room before. His mom defiantly would never allow that. Of course he'd been in her room plenty of times. He shook the thoughts out of his head slightly and looked down at the package tearing off the paper and opening the box staring into it. Sitting down as he pulled out a camera lens. "Maureen I..."

"It's a filter." She said, "It's so you can have different colors or something like that. I don't know about it but you probably do..."

"Yeah," Mark said and turned to look at the girl sitting next to him. "Maureen it's not my birthday yet." Apparently he said that unnecessarily because Maureen just laughed and lay down on his bed staring up at his ceiling. He gazed at her for a few moments silently. Looking down at the camera filter in his hands he smiled, he defiantly needed to try this out very soon. He had the urge to get out his camera that moment but looked up his mind going blank. He blinked a few times his mind reeling.

Maureen was lying in his bed. Maureen Johnson. His girlfriend. She was lying in his bed. He was lucky he had normal blood pressure the moment before because if he hadn't he might of just had a heart attack. He looked down at her just to see her watching him that grin on her face again. He turned away from her slowly and frowned slightly not knowing what to do.

"What's the matter Pookie?" She asked her voice teasing him.

"Nothing Maureen." Mark said shaking his head quickly. She was so unfair sometimes. If he had his way she would just have given him his present at his birthday party that weekend. But no. That wasn't the Maureen way to do things. She had to sneak into his room and lay down on his bed. He closed his eyes as he felt her sit up then take the camera filter away and setting it on the table. She pulled him down onto the bed with her and laid her head on his chest.

"Happy birthday Mark." She said quietly as they listened to the midnight bells ring outside his room.

"Thank you." Mark said. Was this all really happening to him? Why? What had he done to get on the good side of Karma? He absently ran his hand through Maureen's hair and let a smile float across his face. Every time she was around him he could feel the shell he had created for himself start to crack just a bit. He wondered if soon be broken enough that he could finally come out. Perhaps. He'd just have to wait and see. Until then he was content with how things were.

He had never imagined having a girlfriend like Maureen. People their age usually just held hands in the hallways at school and sat next to each other at lunch. But that wasn't enough for Maureen. She had demanded Mark take her out on a date. His mother said defiantly not so they snuck around. Although Maureen was only 14 she seemed so mature for her age. She always seemed to know exactly what it was that Mark needed. Not what he wanted. Because what he wanted and what he needed were two very different things. Maybe it was just what people had always said. You know what you're true love needs.

He closed his eyes and mentally kicked himself. True love? Sure. He honestly even doubted if they would keep dating throughout high school. Most people didn't right? He was no different then most people. And Maureen was fickle. She'd probably leave him for another in a week or so. Although she had stuck with him for a year. That was a good sign, right?

"Maureen?"

"Hmm?"

"Uhm," He stammered not sure of what he was going to say. "Well... I was just wondering... why...?" He blinked as Maureen took his hand in hers and squeezed it. Maybe he was imaging it but she felt like she was shaking.

"I have a hand, and you have another; put them together and we have each other." She said in a small voice.

After that she fell silent and left Mark wondering what on earth she was talking about. She was probably the strangest girl he had ever encountered. But has strange as it was that night. It was those words, her tone of voice, and the fact that her hand was shaking that always left him clinging to her. Mark needed Maureen. But Maureen needed Mark as well. He didn't know why, and he wasn't sure if he ever would. But it was perfectly true weather he knew why or not.

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