I opened the door of our house to be greeted by the hallway. I turned my head in the direction of Mark's studio, as Mark's voice sounded like he did while recording. I leaned aginst Mark's studio door and listened to his voice. My eyes closed as I thought about what I could repay him by. He had done so much for me. He had helped me through all the fucked up times, protected me and...he loves me. I was gonna do something big for him. I was gonna...book a holiday. I walked to my computer and sat down. My computer loaded up a holiday site and I looked around...
"Canada.." I muttered quietly.
I clicked onto another tab to see some good places in Canada. Within an hour, our trip was booked.
I stood up and walked to Mark's studio. I swung the door opened and chucked a bag at Mark. He looked up at me.
"Get packing, we're going to Canada." I told him..
