A/N Ok, so this isn't how I wanted the 8th chapter to come out, but oh well. Thank you guys who reviewed/followed and/or faved :)
Sing To Me My Bluebird.
Chapter 8 : Rule The World.
Wade curled up to Mark's chest. He couldn't quite believe what he was doing though, this was the Undertaker, the dead-man, some one you never pissed off if you wanted to live. Yet here Wade was, snuggling up close to him, and you know something? Wade didn't care. Mark's arm's wrapped around his waist tightly and Wade smiled into the dead-mans chest, almost grinning - it had been so long since his be held so tightly...so protectively. It felt right though, and neither of them were complaining about how tightly they were both holding onto each other. Not only did Wade need this, but so did Mark - maybe even more so.
The sun came through a gap in the curtains and hit Wade's face, the Brit frowned deeply, trying, but failing, to ignore it. Finally Wade groaned and went to get up to go close the curtain, but was pulled back down by Mark. Wade let out a gasp of surprise as he banged into Mark's chest, Wade folded his arms over Mark's chest and rested his chin on them. Smiling slightly as Mark peered down at him through half closed eyes. The sun taking over half of Wade's face, making him shine like a golden star in the night sky. The Brit's one eye closed tightly due to the sun, but instead of trying to move again - he stayed still. He was to comfy on Mark to move any more.
Later, about half nine in the morning, they both got up. Mark going down stairs to make something to eat, Wade going into the bath room to changed into different clothes - (Mark had changed his own clothes after Wade had gone into the bath room.) Mark had once again pulled out some old clothes for Wade, a white wrinkly shirt and an old pair of his biker jeans - which were very holy. It was about 20 or more minutes later when Wade came down the stairs, peering through the door way at Mark who was frowning. Probably now only remembering that Wade had gotten rid of practically all the food from the fridge and most from the cupboards. Mark turned to Wade who smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
"I can go get some more food," Mark said walking past Wade to grab his bike helmet and bike keys. Wade looked at Mark, wanting to ask something, but he didn't know whether or not he could do so. The undertaker read Wade's expression though and rolled his eyes a little. "What is it, pet?" Wade flushed at the name, he still wasn't used to hearing it given to him by Mark - and Mark was still trying to comprehension that he was saying that word once more.
"May I come, Master?"
"Of course. Have you ever been on a motorbike before?" Mark watched Wade's face change to a frown. The answer lingering, yet unspoken, in the air. No. Mark just smirked to himself, tossing Wade the bucket (helmet) which Wade court with ease.
"I'll warn you now, it's not everybody's cup of tea."
"Whoa! Again!" Wade yelled happily as he jumped off the back-end of Mark's bike. At first Wade hadn't really enjoyed the wind blowing in his face and his fingers were freezing cold due to not wearing gloves but having to hold onto Mark - (around his stomach/chest area.) But then as it went on, Wade had enjoyed it, standing up on the pegs of the bike a few times just to feel the wind over him. Mark had yanked him down a few times when they turned a corner, but all in all, they both enjoyed the ride.
Wade took off the helmet that had pressed against his nose uncomfortable, but he didn't care.
"Please tell me we can do that again?!"
Mark chuckled as he got off of his bike. "Any time - " Before Mark could finish, they saw a flash of red come down the path to Mark's house.
"NO, NO, NO! WHERE IN THE WORLD HAVE YOU TWO BEEN!" Daniel Bryan shouted as he stormed towards them, his beard blowing in the wind as he did. "I HAVE BEEN WAITING HALF AN HOUR HERE WITH - HIM!" Daniel point towards the house, Mark looked up there to see his younger brother trying to put back the door that had been ripped off its hinges. Kane must have knocked the door straight off of the hinges, he was anything but subtle.
"What are you two doing here?" Mark asked with a sigh in his voice, he wouldn't admit that he was glad to see either of them. Wade stood next to Mark, not knowing what to do, his green eyes lingering on the ground once Kane finally came down to them.
Kane looked to Wade. "You're looking better then when I had to carry you here."
"Thanks...I guess." Wade mumbled, still not looking up into the others eyes.
"KANE," Daniel yelled, his face red from all the shouting he'd been doing. And from the fact he may have been a bit jealous from the way the big red monster was looking at Wade. "YOU'RE SCARING THE POOR MAN, LEAVE HIM BE!"
"Would you please stop shouting!" Kane glared at Daniel who grumbled.
"Once again," Mark commented. "What are you two doing here?"
"OH, YEA," Daniel yelled once more. "WE'RE HERE TO SAY THAT WE MAY HAVE PISSED OFF RANDY ORTON!"
d-_-b Review Or Pm. Once again, it's not how I wanted it to turn out, but next chapter we should (not saying we will) have a segment between Randy, Kane and Daniel. Don't hold me to that though. :) Sorry for all the mistakes, I'm kinda in a rush to write this one.
