"Ready?" I asked, approaching the table. Wade and Ethan were sitting waiting for me; Mark and Bob were nowhere to be found.
"Yep!" Ethan said excitedly, jumping from the table. "Mark asked if we wanted to go back to his house to play some games, but maybe another night?"
Wade smiled, "Bob and I are still in town for a few more."
I smiled back to him, and we walked out of the restaurant together. Mark was at his car leaning on the door, and Bob was waiting for Wade. "Yeah no problem man, it has been a long day." I said, stretching a little too high, it made my shirt rise a bit. I looked in Mark's direction; his gaze was fixed on my lower abdomen where my shirt rose. I casually brought my shirt back down and told Ethan and Wade bye.
That was strange…
I walked with them to the cars. Mark was in the car now; this was going to be an awkward ride. "See ya tomorrow guys!" I waved to them before opening the door. I reached for the door and heard Mark's muffled voice; almost angry. I opened the door and climbed in.
"No…I don't care what you do." He was definitely angry, and talking to someone on his phone. His head was against the headrest, eyes closed, and gripping the steering wheel. I looked him over while I could. His 'lucky' red and black flannel hung loosely on his torso, while his black jeans were a little more fitted. I could see the veins rise in his arm as he gripped the wheel.
The sight of them turned me on….
"…. Oh, okay... Pull that one on me you always do." He was so angry now, and he gripped the wheel tightly.
"Dammit!" He shouted, throwing his phone in the backseat. His face was pained, and he covered it with his hands.
I wanted to ask him if he was ok, at the same time I wanted to mind my own. I opened my mouth, closed it, then finally decided to talk. I placed a hand on his shoulder, and he almost instantly relaxed.
"Mark?" I asked, my voice soft and concerning. He groaned and rubbed his face with his hands, leaving them on his face.
"I'm ok. Just…" He let his hands down and looked at me. His face was pained, and his eyes were almost begging.
"Amy." He admitted finally after what seemed like ever.
My heartrate picked up and I squeezed his shoulder where my hand rested. "Do you wanna talk about it? Is this what you wanted to talk about?"
He looked out the window for a second, then to his hands in his lap. "Yes, and no." I removed my hand from his shoulder and furrowed my brows.
"Yes, I probably need to talk about it, no it's not what I wanted to talk about."
"Well…" I inquired, reaching in the back seat and grabbing his phone. "Let's just go figure it out." I said sitting back in my seat, and handing him his phone. "A small shock went through our hands as I handed it too him.
He smiled. "Thanks Sean." He mumbled sweetly.
The ride to Mark's house was quick, it was only down the road, so it didn't leave room much for talking. Once we arrived, I instantly heard dog barking, and saw a red car in the driveway. I grabbed my bag and climbed out, shutting the door.
Right before we got to the door it was swung open and Amy was standing there with a duffel bag over her shoulder. "Came to get my things,"
Her voice was harsh and unwelcome. She didn't even bother to look at me while walking by. I froze next to the steps and looked at Mark. He was facing the house; his body tense. I heard a car door shut and the car start, and Mark finally sighed and walked through the door.
I glanced over my shoulder to see the red car speeding off.
Poor fucking Mark.
I walked through the door and shut it behind me. Mark's house never ceased to amaze me. The modern white and dark grey theme was present throughout the house.
"Ohhh chica peeka!" Mark said in his adorable little voice. I followed the sound through the hallway into the Livingroom. Mark was playing with Chica and making adorable noises. It just made me smile. I sat on the couch and continued to stare.
Mark fell onto the floor holding Chica and she was wagging away. Mark fluffed her ears and looked up at me.
"I want a dog," I sighed and whistled Chica over. She got up and came over instantly, placing her head in my lap and begging for pats.
"Ohhh that's a good puppo." I told her.
I looked over to Mark to see his hands behind his head, laying on the floor, smiling at me. I raised an eyebrow, and he stood up, running into the other room.
"I KNOW WHAT WE NEED." He yelled almost as loud as I usually am.
"Oh Christ," I laughed, wondering what he would come back with. I looked down at Chica's head still in my lap, looking up at me with her deep brown eyes. I heard clinking in the kitchen, and Mark's loud footsteps. He came and plopped onto the couch, showing me his finds.
He held a bottle of Jack Daniels, Bacardi 141, a 6 can pack of Coke, and two clear glasses.
"Mark…" I looked up at him nervously laughing. He set everything down on the table and grabbed the TV remote and leaned back into the couch. He clicked the TV on and started scrolling through the channels.
I put my arm on the back of the couch and turned to him. "Mark?" I asked again, this time he turned to me. His face was nonchalant, I sighed and asked "Are you alright?"
He looked back to the TV, ran a hand through his hair and sighed deeply. "Not really."
I turned back toward the drinks, opened the Jack, poured some in both cups, opened a can of coke and emptied it into both. I picked up the one on the left and handed it to Mark.
"Go ahead," I smiled, taking a sip of my drink.