Chapter 8
Mandy walked into the lounge room the following morning to find Mark sorting through photo albums on the couch.
"Hey, what ya doing?" She asked, walking over and sitting down next to him.
Mark looked at her. "Sorting through old albums."
"Oh ok." She replied, and picked up a few photos that were scatted across the coffee table.
She looked at the pictures she had in her hand of Mark and a few other wrestlers, it must have been a while ago because Mark had long hair in them.
Mark glanced at the photos she was looking at. "Ya know those days bring back memories."
"Really?" She replied.
"Yep, I remember when ya dad and ya mom and you; you were probably about four or so, would sometimes come on tour with me. And I remember once I came back into the hotel room all dressed in my wrestling gear and my make-up done, and you were sitting on the bed, and you saw me and let out this chilling scream and hid under the bed." Mark explained.
Mandy started chuckling. "Are ya serious? I can't remember that."
"Yeah I'm serious, and ya mom had to pull ya out from under the bed and explain to ya that it was me Mark." He continued.
"Oh my god, I can't believe that I'd do that." She chuckled, smiling at him.
Mark smiled back at her. "Well I don't think ya'd be scared now though right?"
"No." She replied.
"Well anyway, I'm going out one more time tonight. I really like her." Mark said.
"Do ya?" She smiled.
"Uh huh, how are you and your boy going?" Mark asked.
"Pretty good." She replied.
"Yeah? How long have ya been together?" He asked.
"Nearly nine months." She replied.
Wow, seems pretty serious then?" He said.
"I guess so." She chuckled
Mark chuckled and ruffled the top of her head with his hand.
"Take a look at these pictures here." Mark said turning a few pages in the book he was holding.
Mandy looked at the photos of her dressed up as an angel for her school play when she was about seven. "Oh, did you come to my play?" She asked.
"Yeah, I was sitting in the back row so you mustn't have seen me." Mark replied.
Mandy looked up at him and smiled.
"I made that too ya know." He said pointing to the hallow she had tied to her hair.
"I thought that my mom made it?" Mandy said confused.
"Well she tried too but it turned out bad, so I had a go and mine looked better. We just said that ya mother made it cause I didn't want to sound kinky." Mark explained.
"What, that's not kinky, I remember that all the other girls that were angels, were jealous because my hallow looked better then theirs." She chuckled, and then put her head down.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"You have done so much for me in my life and all I have done in return is been a little bitch." She replied with a choked voice, as she was trying not to cry.
"Hey…" Mark said gently lifting her chin up.
She looked slowly up at him into his green eyes.
"Mandy you're a teenager; I know what girls your age are like. You're just putting your ego ahead of yourself." Mark explained.
"I really am gratefully for everything." She said quietly.
"I know." He replied.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"It's ok." He said.
Mandy smiled and leaned forward and gently kissed him on his chest, as he had his top buttons of his shirt undone.
Mark gasped at the contact. "What are you doing?" He managed to get out.
Mandy stopped and looked up at him. "Your cheek is too high up to kiss, so I've kissed here." She chuckled.
Mark chuckled back, she wasn't leading him on, for a second he thought that she was.
"Well I'm off." Mark said, walking down the stairs dressed in a white shirt and leather pants.
Mandy was sitting on the couch in the den, eating her dinner when she saw Mark approach her. "Ok." She smiled.
"Cool, I'll see ya later." He smiled and headed out the door.
Mandy couldn't help but notice the clothes he was wearing actually made him look rather sexy. She gasped and dropped her drink on the ground. "Oh my god Mandy! Don't even start thinking that!" She said to herself. She turned off the TV and headed over to the study.