I look at Mark with wide eyes and he smiles.
"What's the matter, is there something on my face?" Mark asked, spreading the perfect make-up I did for him all over making him look like a washed clown.
"Ugh.. I-I.. Ugh." I stuttered. Mark. He just kissed me. What do I do. I look at his bright smile one more time until I black out.
-Sean's POV-
"Why won't this shit come off! It's like it's glued onto my face, how can y/n wear this all the time?" I scrubbed my face raw trying to get the... What's it called..? Eyeliner? Off my eyelid. It wouldn't come off though, and it was making me angry. "Maybe y/n has some make-up pads or something, I remember her using a thing like that on her face." I said to myself, thinking of the little circle thing she used to simply slid across her skin to rid all the cosmetics.. I remember it being in her backpack. I'll go look in there.
I waltzed out of the bathroom into a living room where all our stuff was staying temporarily. I lifted up her bag and unzipped it. There was a bunch of clothes and shit. Until I found her diary.. I don't know exactly why someone like her age would have such a thing, but obviously it was for some reason. I opened to a page that had hearts drawn on it. At the bottom was a little picture of two people holding hands.. Above it had our names in a heart.
Dear diary,
Sean is out again with his girlfriend... He's out with her all the time now and I just feel lonely. He leaves me here with nothing to do.. So, I keep myself busy. I do his laundry, clean his room, and clean the rest of the house. I know this is embarrassing, but one time I took his blue jacket and wore it to bed. The smell of it and how it's over sized on me made me comfortable, instantly putting me to sleep. Today, he was looking for it and I acted like I didn't have a clue where it was when it was actually in my room under my pillow... He needed it because it was going to be cold later tonight and he wanted to offer it to his girlfriend. Of course, but he's not getting it back. HA! Jesus lord, I'm a freak.
When will he ever notice?
I smiled while reading this. Y/n is such a loser, but she's my loser. Wait until she finds out the special news and what I have in store for her...
"SEAN! COME HERE! NOW!" I hear Mark scream aloud from his room, without hesitation, I place the diary in my pants so I can read it later and I ran to Mark's room.
"What the matter!?" I said, opening the door. Mark had y/n in his arms, and she was out like a light. Her face was as red as a beet and she was somewhat smiling. What the hell happened?
"I- ugh. She just blacked out, I didn't know what to do. So I called you." Mark looked worried, looking into my eyes to try to find out what to do with the now passed out y/n.
"I guess... We can just put her on the bed, right? She'll wake up eventually?" I really should question Mark. What the hell happened to her and why does she have lipstick on her face. Mark better of not.. I swear to god if he did, then he's going to regret everything. And I mean everything.
"Is the game ready, I want everyone to see the masterpiece that y/n created." Mark pouted his lips, trying to flash some poses here and there like an idiot he is. Only if he didn't mess it up, then he would look like a model.
"Yeah, it's ready," I said, "I really wanted y/n to join us. It would have been a whole lot more funnier because she freaks the hell out." I stared at her resting face, pink flecks of dust were still on her cheek. Did I ever mention that she blushes in her sleep? Like all the time? I wonder if she's thinking of something embarrassing. I completely forgot she blushed in her sleep, sometimes she talks to. But I'll save that for another time.
"I can tell," Mark stated, "I watched the videos you guys did together. Now let me tell you, she would make everyone die because of the way she freaks out. She's almost as bad as me when I'm playing I Am Bread." Mark chuckled aloud, walking towards his recording room.
"Maybe, I should make her play that... Just to see her reaction to it.." My thoughts started to drift outward. Y/n yelling and screaming because she can't beat a simple level replayed in my head. Her going on a rampage and crying went through my head. I couldn't let that happen.
"Oh, dear god. Don't she'll go on a rampage and kill you." My began snickering. I guess he was just imagining y/n ripping my head off and stuffing piece of break down my exposed esophagus. Nope, nope, nope. Never going to let her play now.
*buzz* *buzz*
My phone went off in my pocket. I quickly pulled it out and unlocked it to see that there were two unread messages. One from Bob and one from her... I immediately opened her up to see it said
"Hey Jack... I miss you..."
