Only wish that I could own these characters.

Friday, October 26

Weight: 131 (Think Mark is helping with this number), Cigarettes: 13, Alcohol: 2 Units

6:15pm: Feel like total ass. Am tired and bored. And not pregnant, Thank God! Oh…I mean, I don't mean I don't want to have Mark Darcy's child! I just mean I don't want his child right now. Right? Oh, that didn't sound right either.

Bugger!

6:45pm: Opened door to find Jude, Shazzer and Tom standing there grinning at me. Hmmm…wasn't expecting them. Maybe should read book that Mark gave me. Maybe 'What to expect when you are expecting' could tell me about how to expect friends when you are not expecting them.

Bugger!

7:00pm: Thank God all of us have our relationships. Jude and Vile Richard. Shazzer and…Oh Jesus…forgot his name. Must listen tonight and figure out his fuckin' name. Tom and that ass Jerome.

8:00pm: Third glass of wine…am being pushed to the front door where Mark Darcy is calling for me. He looks apprehensive. I think my friends scare the shit out of him. Especially Shazzer with her 'f' this and 'f' that business.

"I suppose your posse is here?" he asked as he settled his lips onto my cheek.

"Yes, well, um…"

He was taking off his coat, "How many times has Shazzer said the 'f' word?"

"Too many to count." I said as he grabbed me and pulled me to him. The kiss was very warm, causing me to grab onto him tightly. But, before things could get any hotter, something fell upstairs.

Shit!

This was Mark's home. I couldn't have my friends screwing up his lovely furniture and such. Bunch of monkey asses.

Mark was first to run up the stairs. I followed praying to Jesus that they hadn't broken anything too expensive.

9:00pm: Friends have gone home leaving me feeling like the bad child who, as Mark puts it, needs a spanking.

They broke a precious crystal figure that his mum had given to him for Christmas one year. Shit and double shit when I found out it was a limited addition piece. So much for my friends coming to play ever again.

10:15pm: Mark is in shower. I am at sink, cleaning the dirty dishes from the day before. Must start cleaning the dishes as I put them in the sink. That would probably be a good idea.

Feeling pretty good. Tingly. Thank God there is no more wine to drink.

10:30pm: Mark is saying something to me from the upstairs.

"Are you washing dishes?" Sort of harshness to his…

Oh bugger!

"Sorry."

Have forgotten that turning on water usually takes from water elsewhere.

11:00pm: Am now on phone with his mum. Explaining broken figure. Mark eyes me as he comes into the kitchen.

His mum is very nice about it. Then she tells me that she is glad I called. She wants Mark and I over for dinner the following night.

THE FOLLOWING NIGHT:

6:00pm: The parents home. Me, in a very nice black dress that Mark has tried to remove twice now, feeling very nervous.

After door opens, my nervousness triples. Natasha is standing there staring at me.

This is one of those…huh…moments.

"I really must talk to you Mark." Is all Natasha says as she steps out onto the porch.

"Go in, I'll be with you in a moment." He says to me as Natasha takes his arm and guides him down the steps.

I feel as if I am being sucked into a war zone.

7:15pm: Okay, where the fuck is Mark Darcy. His mum and I have been floating around the house looking at all sorts of expensive objects. Lovely rooms, lovely…

Mark!

Out in the yard with Natasha still. His mum is showing me her pearl collection, but my eyes are on Mr. Darcy.

7:35pm: They are coming back inside. Natasha says her good-byes as I eye her skeptically.

What had her and Mark been talking about for an hour and a half?

Jesus!

8:00pm: Sitting down to eat. His mum seems as interested as I am in what is going on.

"So, what is it Mark? What was so important that Natasha had to steal you from us for an hour?

"And a half." I added.

He looked at me, clearing his throat, "Work. The case. Nothing more."

He eyed me.

"Right." I said as he would have said if he were in my shoes.

Wasn't going to be jealous of this shit. They were business partners. Nothing more.

Right?