There was silence. Mark breathed heavily,
"I-It's not what you think. It just... Happened. Ya know, like an automatic reaction."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Why? Did it make you uncomfortable?"
"No, not at all. Just... curious, I guess."
He looked away, exhaling deeply. The lies were painted on his face like a luminous facepaint. He looked back towards you,
"I just... see you as a really great friend. That's where the kiss came from."
'Bullshit! He is such a terrible liar!' He played with his hands and embraced the awkward silence. You looked at his facial expressions that remained faced away, he was purposely avoiding eye contact.
"So, Mark. What did you do with Wade?"
He turned his head to face you, eyes looking down.
"Hardly anything, it's Wade! What did you think would happen?"
"You obviously did something, what was so important that it required you to leave me with an absolute knobhead?!"
His eyes quickly shot in your direction, he looked confused and angry, not one more obvious than the other.
"Knobhead? I thought you two were fine?"
"We were..."
"Aren't you now?"
You dropped your head, gazing into your lap. This could've so easily been worded wrong or said the wrong way. Avoiding the matter was probably the best way to go about this.
You tried to slowly edge away, biting your lip in response to the pain. He grinned at your attempts, slowly standing up. All you could feel was your body be swept off the ground and encased in a strong pair of arms.
He slouched into the couch, holding you close to his chest, "What happened?"
You tried to struggle out, which of course led you nowhere. You grinned innocently at him while he just shook his head.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, of course."
"Well, I don't want to tell you."
You push your hands against his chest in desperation. He just watched you with an eyebrow raised, he didn't even have to move. The expressions on his face were obviously begging to burst out laughing.
"(Y/n), was there even a point to that? Really? Really!"
"Shut up! I tried!"
"It wouldn't have mattered, I've been working out."
"Yeah, I've noticed... Shut your mouth, It was worth a try!"
"It really wasn't, it was a fruitless task."
"At least I'm trying."
"You tried to get out of a conversation, that's it! Now tell me!"
You sigh, curling up tightly in his arms, he adjusted his arms, holding you closer. His muscles acted as strong walls, making you feel secure.
"Basically, Blake and I had a falling out. He started bad mouthing you and I got really protective and angry. I don't know where all that emotion came from, it was just burning inside, I just wanted to punch him."
He shook his head, looking at you right in the eyes. He smiled sweetly at you. He rubbed your arm softly, sending shivers jumping around your skin.
"You stuck up for me, over your best and closest friend?"
"What was I supposed to do? I couldn't take it from him, I needed to tell him straight. He didn't like it, but I don't care. No one talks about you like that, you've done nothing to agitate anyone!"
He was silent. His face was unreadable, you couldn't tell whether that was good or bad. He gazed off into the distance, then you watched as his face suddenly gained the look of realisation.
"Ok, I need to go do something. Wait here, ok?"
"Can you at least lay me down on the floor? The carpet is so soft and cuddly."
"If you really want me to, I won't judge."
He rose to his feet, crouching over as he walked. He lay you down gently onto the carpet.
He went to the kitchen quickly. He grabbed two bags of Cool Ranch Doritos and placed them on the counter.
You just lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. 'I'm so confused, what the hell! It's only been a few days. Am I... Falling for him?'
You could here quiet noises coming from the kitchen. As you focused on the ceiling and got lost in thought, all sounds dimmed down.
Mark had been gone for ages. After a while of lying on the floor, you could hear no sound coming from the kitchen.
"Mark? Are you ok?"
No reply. You started to tense up. Your brain was telling you to attempt to find him, but it was also telling you not to stand. You felt like you had to.
You slowly sit up, quietly cursing your mild pain. 'Fuck! These pills must be working. Probably just numbing the pain slightly, though.'
THE THOUGHT OF ONE DAY BEING HEALED FILLS YOU WITH DETERMINATION. SAVE? YES. (If you get this reference, your awesome. If you don't... your dead to me. JK)
You roll to your knees, breathing slowly. You place your right foot flat onto the floor. 'This is fucking crazy!'
You slowly place your left foot, you wobbled slightly. You felt somewhat proud of yourself.
You slowly take steps towards the kitchen, when you fell backwards onto the carpet, crashing your spine hard against the ground.
"STUPID FUCKING SUITCASE! OW, SHIT!"
You panic and hyperventilate. You couldn't move. When you heard thumping noises from upstairs over your painful yells making its way closer, and louder.
Mark came sprinting towards you, muttering. He lifted you in his arms as you hiss in pain. He sat on the couch, cradling you in his arms. He looks down at you, worried.
"I'm so sorry (Y/n), are you ok? I shouldn't have left you on your own, I was so irresponsible."
"Mark, it's ok."
"No, it's not ok. This has already happened before, I'm just..."
"MARK, it's ok." You place your hand over his mouth. You gave a small smile. He slowly moves your hand and holds is softly. "Where did you go anyway?"
"I went to the bathroom after leaving the kitchen. Did you not notice?"
"No, I can't say I did."
"I was getting snacks for tonight. This time, I get to pick the movie."
"Fair enough, I guess. Now it's your turn to impress me with a film choice."
"I'm sure I won't disappoint."
You snuggle close to his chest, breathing slowly.
"Thank you, Mark"
"For what?"
"For everything."
MARKS POV
I just didn't know what to say. She was in my arms, I secretly wished it could always be like this. 'Mark! Get a hold of yourself! It's only been a few days, anyway, I'm pretty sure she likes Blake more than me.' She was shivering, it wasn't even cold.
"(Y/n), are you feeling ok?"
"Yeah. I-It's just a bit cold..."
She didn't sound very convincing. I moved my hand to check her temperature as if she was a child. She avoided eye contact and buried her head in my chest.
"Well, your not ill."
"I'm also not four!"
I giggled causing her to catch the laughter. I grabbed the TV remote and opened up the Netflix menu.
"Netflix and Chill?"
"O-Ok"
She didn't bother to move, and I didn't bother to move her. We were both perfectly comfortable and too lazy to move. I put on Zookeeper as we ate the Cool Ranch Doritos. I could tell there would be ALT of this during (y/n)'s recovery, and I wouldn't mind at all.
