Hooray for a relatively long chapter! My Mark, on my Word Document, is officially 80 and a half pages, which is the longest any of my stories has been ever, so I'm happy. And I'm well aware this is my third update in about fifteen minutes. I'm just that good. No, not really. I wrote three chapters over the past few days, but fanfic was being evil and I couldn't post anything. It made me sad cause I'm happy when my readers are happy. Seriously, I update a lot because well, I like to write and I love making my readers happy with more story to read! In fact, you guys are so special that I'm getting my friend to update this while I'm gone at camp. So, feel special cause you guys are the best! Enjoy!
I cuddled closer into Mark's chest. After a long day of bus riding and answering April's never-ending questions about Roger, he'd fallen asleep on the couch. They'd decided it was for the better; than Collins and Lou would know right when they walked in that Mark was safe. Mark had fallen asleep almost immediately, but I was having a difficult time.
Just as I was drifting away, the door banged open, pulling me awake.
"Thanks a ton," I grumbled sarcastically, but no one heard me.
"Another day and no Mark," Lou said sadly.
"Don't worry man, we'll fin- whoa, what the hell is on the couch?" Collins said.
"I don't think it's April," Lou mused, approaching the sleeping figure, "Hey, it's Mark!"
"Hey you're right," Collins said, "And he looks unharmed. Let's get him into his bed, I'm sure it'll be more comfortable than this lumpy couch."
Lou gently scooped Mark up and gave him a small hug. "Yeah," he responded, "And let's take off his scarf and glasses and shoes and jacket. That should help too."
The men carefully took Mark into his room and set him down on his bed. And, true to their word, removed his jacket, shoes, glasses, and, of course, me.
"G'night Mark," Lou said softly, "It's good to have ya back."
Break Here
Mark groggily rubbed his eyes and put on his glasses. "Whoa," he mumbled sleepily, "How did I get here?"
"Lou and Collins brought you in here," I answered, "They thought you'd be more comfortable in your bed than on the couch."
Mark shrugged half-heartedly. "That makes sense," -he shook his head- "Get out of my head!"
"I'm not in your head," I stated, somehow knowing he was talking to me.
"Whatever," he grumbled, rolling out of bed and tiredly entering the main part of the loft.
"And he lives!" April said playfully, getting up from her seat on the couch giving Mark a friendly hug, "We thought you'd died or something."
"Yeah man," Collins added, "There wasn't any snoring or anything. And you didn't even move. It didn't look like you were breathing either."
"And it's already nine in the morning." Lou continued.
"Nine in the morning?" Mark questioned, "That's not too bad."
"Nine in the morning two days later," April said, "You slept all of yesterday."
Mark blushed and I laughed. "Oops," he mumbled.
"How about we play a game of Truths?" Lou questioned suddenly and everyone groaned.
"What is up with you and that game?" April asked teasingly, "You're obsessed."
"Well I'm playing," Collins said, "And yes Lou, you can go first."
Lou beamed. "Mark? April?"
"Sure, I'll play," Mark said.
April sighed. "I guess I'm in."
Lou grinned. "Alright," he said, "I have a mortal fear of penguins. I don't know why, I just do. I always have this dream where they attack me. It's really weird."
Everyone laughed. "Only you, Lou. Only you," April teased, "My turn now I guess. Uh, when I was little I wanted to become an astronaut. I still kinda do, but I'd rather be something else."
Collins went next. "When I was in second grade, my mom made me take dance lessons. The thing was, it was ballet. And amazingly enough, I liked it. I stopped in seventh grade when I doubled up in math and science."
Lou laughed. "I remember that! You ditched me every day at six o' clock so you could go to your precious ballet lessons."
"It was fun!" Collins protested.
"My turn!" Mark said quickly before Lou could make anymore smart-ass remarks, "While I was 'missing', I went to Scarsdale, where I grew up, and visited my best friend Roger and talked to my dad. We made up and I don't think I'll be having nightmares anymore. Those memories are at rest."
Lou's face lit up. "That's great Mark!"
Mark beamed. "I know," he whispered.
