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The warm sunlight woke Cory up the next morning. She and Mark fell asleep on the couch again. As mad as she was when he left yesterday, she was even that much happier to see him when he got back. She could never stay mad at Mark. She loved him.

When he got back last night, Collins was already asleep in Roger's bedroom, and Roger and Mimi had left hours before. Cory wasn't tired so she and Mark sat down to talk. Mark and Cory could stay up for days talking to each other about anything. Last night was no exception. She fell asleep in his arms. She loved every minute she could spend with him.

She nudged him, "wake up," he didn't wake up.

She nudged him harder, "wake up sleepy head." Still nothing.

She brushed his face with her fingers. "Mark-y wake up!" He must have been really tired.

She took the harsh approach and punched him lightly, "asshole! Wake up! It's morning." He finally woke up and smiled up at her.

"What time is it?" Mark asked looking up at Cory. He couldn't help smiling. Even though, he's suffered many bruises from the five-foot fire ball, he loved the way she woke him up.

"It's nearly nine o'clock," she said as she tugged on his shirt sleeve as he tried to roll over. "Wake up!"

"I am awake!" Mark snorted as he buried his face in the grubby couch, hoping that would make Cory stop tugging on his sleeve. But it didn't, she continued to tug and then reached her short stubby fingers to his stomach and began digging into his ribs. "Then get up!" Mark slapped and waved away Cory's hands as she kept tickling and giggling until he finally sat up on the couch.

"There. Happy?" He said with a soothing grin.

"Very." Cory linked her arm into his, and leaned back on the couch.

He loved when Cory made him feel special. Like when she'd wake up early and fix him breakfast, or cover him up with a blanket when he would stay up all night working on his films. Cory was beautiful. Mark knew that. Cory was smart. Mark knew that too. Cory was creative. Yes. Ambitious. Yes. In love with him. That, he didn't know. Mark only saw Cory as his sweet little companion that he'd known since they were kids. Right then, Cory placed her head on Mark's shoulder. He could smell the scent of her shampoo.

"Lilacs," he murmured.

"What?" Cory raised head from Mark's shoulder and looked up at him.

"Huh? Oh. Nothing." Cory nodded and placed her head back on his shoulder. If someone didn't know better, you'd think the two of them were together.

"I'm hungry," she said.

"Me too. You want me to make you something?" Mark let go of Cory's arm and got off of the couch. Instantly, Cory regretted saying anything.

"Sure."

"Pancakes?"

"Do we have batter?"

"No. Sausage?"

"Do we have sausage?"

"No. Eggs!"

"No. We're out of eggs too."

"What about the food you brought last night?"

"I want eggs," Cory whined.

"Shit. There's nothing to eat."

Since Mark and Cory's "moment" had already been ruined, Cory got off of the couch and preceded to the coat closet to get her purse and coat. "I'll go out and get some eggs."

"No. You don't have to do that," Mark said sympathetically.

"Do you want to starve?"

"No."

"Fine then. I'm on my way. What do you want?"

"Um, just pick up a dozen eggs."

"Okay. I'll be back in about half an hour." Cory wondered how Mark thought she could pay for everything, but just turned and walked out of the apartment, smiling to herself.

She made her way down the street to the nearest grocery store. She walked in, hoping Danny would be there. He was. That meant Cory didn't have to pay—as usual. Danny was this nineteen year old kid who worked at the store and had a crush on Cory. Every time Cory entered the store, she'd flirt with Danny and usually got whatever she wanted. She picked up a dozen eggs, a carton of milk and a newspaper to look at the want ads—if this play fell through, she'd need to find a job. Even though she owned "The Space", it still didn't shell out as much money as she or Mark had hoped. Cory walked up to the register, flirted a little, batted her eyes and left. The worst part about it all, was that she never felt guilty—thank God Mark wasn't there to see her do that. He'd flip out on her. As Cory walked out the door, she felt a sudden rush of weight on her it knocked her against the side of the store and she lost her balance, dropping all her groceries and falling to the ground.