Mark felt ill. Mentally ill. Everywhere he looked, it reminded him of Amy. His house, the beach, Chica...He couldn't take it any more.
Then his phone rang. It was a message of Amy.
"Hey Mark. Um sorry if i am disturbing you. I hope you feel better. This isn't easy for me too."
Mark sighed.
"But...things are bad. I mean, you will definitely don't going to like this. You know my dad still thinks you are the responsible one for the breakup, which i know it isnt true, it was our decision, but he told me today that he wants his house back. I totally hate to say this, trust me! I tried so hard to change his mind but you know him. Mark believe me, i tried so hard! Please forgive me. Please. The due is 1 week. Call me back if you want anything ok?"
Great.
Just fucking great.
Mark had moved a lot of times in his career but in the end, when he and Amy were together, they lived at her house, which became slowly slowly Mark's. But the ownership was still on her dad's name. So now that her dad hated him, he wanted to kick him out. What that meant?
He was officially homeless.
He raged so hard. He broke a vase that he took from the counter. Then after a few sobs, he went to pack his things.
He packed his clothes, Chica's stuff and his recording setup.
Now he needed to find a place to stay temporarily.
Out of his shyness he called Tyler. He was more acceptable than ever.
He stayed with him for 4 days, but still he felt sad. The LA air was killing him. He went to therapy sessions but still no luck. His friends supported him but he just couldn't feel happy.
He couldn't stay there.
He must leave.
Maybe go and live with his mom back at home. Or move at a different state, as Kentucky or...Florida.
Or move at a different country.
Yes. That was perfect. A new beginning. A new place, a new culture, new people. Nothing that reminded him of his breakup.
He rushed at his (temporary) bedroom and looked for a map. He found one luckily. He ignored the U.S. His eyes were focused on Europe.
"God there are so many countries..." he mumbled. There was one problem though; he didn't know any language other than English and 3-4 words of rusty German. So he left eastern europe and looked for the northern ones. Sweden was pretty good, he went there on tour and he loved the country. He didn't know any Swedish but he knew that English were well spoken there. Felix would learn him some words. He kept Sweden at mind and he looked at UK. It was a safest choice. He also went there on tour. Nice place, well the weather was a problem since he was used to the warm sunny LA one. And he guessed he must get accustomed to the accent. He looked on the left at Ireland. He never thought going there, maybe live there. If Jack was still there, he would go there first thing. He didn't know much of the country than a few stereotypes that teased Jack with. That it is everywhere green, many sheep, a lot of drunk ginger people and funny accents. Well if he talked again with Jack he would ask for more info. He kept a note in his head.
Well the best choice was UK. He decided he was going to take the plane to London, and then...he could figure it out then. Now he just wanted to leave. He didn't care for anything else.
He booked a flight real quick, and started packing his stuff from Tyler's place.
"Hey man what are you doing?" Tyler asked.
"Tyler i am so so grateful that you left me stay here for these days but i can't take it any longer. I must leave the country and make a new start." he said.
"Whoa whoa! Hold it a little. Think about it. It is a big decision. Moving to..." he made a questionable look.
"England." Mark replied.
"...needs a lot of time to think and preparations. Are you sure? "
"Tyler, i wasn't so sure in my entire life. I need to leave. Now." Mark said with a hurtful look.
"...You already booked a flight didn't you?"
"You now me very well."
"Yes i do. Okay do as you please. Want to call Ethan and Cat here to say goodbyes?"
"Yes please." Mark said.