Sorry about the wait, again. I knew exactly how I wanted to write this chapter, but I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to do it...and past the beginning, I had no plans for it...so its really short, unfortunately. I figure I'll make up for it though, because I have the next chapter pretty much done and the chapter after that is mostly written so the next two updates won't take too long... unless I don't get many reviews mwahahaha...um yeah lol. And I have so many half chapters written, but they're all way in the future and I'm having a bit of trouble writing the chapters leading up to them...SO yeah, yay for fillerpages anyone?
Don't own RENT or any of the characters therein. Do own my own characters, steal them and die, gypsy.
Teenage Conversations and Abusive Relationships
"The walk back was leisurely, and filled with conversation about the show and Marshall's latest shoot. Eventually, the cafe came into view. Holding hands the entire time made them hot and moist, but there was not a complaint made about it. Marshall wanted to walk all the way to the loft, but insistence was made that just to the cafe was sufficient.
'So did I make such a bad impression that you never want to see me again?' he asked with a smirk.
'Not exactly. Leave me a note?'
'Count on it, babes.' And then he pulled on the hand he still held, and leaned down and-'"
"He kissed you?!" Reye shrieked.
Mark looked at her, annoyed. "If you insist that I tell you everything, would you at least allow me to tell it?"
Reye grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry...but he kissed you?" she added on excitedly.
Mark blushed and couldn't stop the spreading smile on his face. "Yeah, he kissed me."
Reye squealed with delight. "Well, what was it like? Did you like it? Did he french you? Come on, details boy!"
Mark laughed. "Well..." then he paused and laughed again. "God, I feel like a teenage girl."
Reye laughed too. "Okay, if its hurting your pride, we'll stop gushing...just tell me if you liked it or not."
Mark bit his lower lip, smiling slightly. "It was...nice. It was really short and warm and soft...like exactly how a first kiss should be, and I thought it'd be weird, kissing a guy...but it wasn't...different, yeah...but good. And then I walked home, or at least I assume so...I don't really remember the walk back, it was like I was drunk."
He looked back at Reye to find her grinning so wide he was surprised her face wasn't splitting. "Oooh. That's so cute!"
He glared at her. "You said no more gushing! You know what, if you're going to act like this I gotta go, this is bringing back too many high school memories."
She pouted. "Okay, I'm sorry...but how do you oh so mature adults talk about this stuff? Don't tell me you talk about kissing and new relationships like you talk about paying bills and buying furniture?"
Mark laughed. "Well, I wouldn't really know since I've never paid bills or bought furniture...but I guess we just talk about it calmly, and we don't squeal and giggle and awww...at least grown men don't."
"Well, okay. But it is sweet! I knew you'd like him, didn't I tell you? Didn't I know it?" she bragged.
"Yeah, yeah, you were right." he conceded. "So, I told you...let's move on, huh? New subject time."
"Oh, okay." she whined. There was a length of silence, with obht of them just looking at each other, then Reye smiled. "So he seriously called you 'babes'?"
Mark groaned, burying his face in his hands.
LINELINELINELINE
They say that people in abusive relationships stay in those relationships because eventually they become accustomed to the conditions. They get used to it, even learn to be reliant on it. Some people even stop being affected by it, especially if its not physically abusive. They become hard, stop getting hrt by the verbal abuse.
"Why can't you just stay out of my fucking face?" Roger screamed.
Mark sighed, going into his room and shutting the door had behind him.
"Good! Just stay the fuck in there, no one wants you our here anyways!"
Mark was still waiting to get used to it.
