November, 4th.

Mark was out in the back, mowing the grass. When a loud knock can be heard from the front door. Jeff was on the couch at the time, watching television. So he quickly sets the bowl of popcorn down on the small coffee table, that they had bought a few days ago from a second-hand store. Jeff insisted that every living room needed some sort of table. And since Mark didn't have one, other then that small one with the lamp on it. They got one. Mark even allowed Jeff to pick which one they'd get out. And afterwards, Mark told Jeff that he had some good taste. Because the table was of very good quality wood. It would last. It was from a second-hand store, so there were some minor chips and scratches, and apparently the previous owners had children or at-least grand-children because there were also a bunch of crayon marks and scribbles on the table-top. Mark told Jeff that it wasn't much of a problem being that he was just gonna paint over them anyways. And it actually allowed Mark to bargain with the sales-man. They got the price reduced by 20 percent. Which was very cheap, considering the over-all price was cheap to begin with.

Jeff gets up, he back-walks to the door. All the while still focusing on the television set. He was very engrossed in this movie. He had been watching the majority of it, having caught it from a few minutes from the start. It was a crime/drama. Starring Bruce Willis. And he wanted to find out what happens during the robbery scene, which was playing now. The scene had just started, and the robber was trying to gather all the hostages up, and Bruce's character was a cop, waiting on the outside of the bank. Trying to make sure that those same hostages didn't get hurt. Jeff opens the door. Turns his head slightly.

"What can I do for ya." Jeff looks at the man. He points. "Hey, aren't you the guy at the store?." Jeff asks. Noticing the man looked very similar.

Paul smiles. And nods. "Yes, I am. Is your father here."

Jeff was by now, looking back at the television screen. Interested in that more so then the conversation. He hadn't even heard what Paul had said. Jeff just assumed that he wanted Mark, and without inviting him in or anything. Jeff points towards the back of the house. He walks back over to the couch. Sits down and grabs his popcorn.

Paul stands in the doorway. He smiles slightly. And invites himself in. "Well, I guess I'll go find him, myself."

Jeff just nods. As he throws a popcorn kernel up in the air, and catches it in his mouth. While never taking his eyes off the movie.

Paul shakes his head as he enters the back yard. "Teenagers. I can't stand them." Just then he see's Mark upahead. Near the pond.

Mark who had his back turned from Paul, was using the weed-eater to cut alongside the pond area. Not that he came out this way much, but still it was better to keep it cut, or he'd have snakes all over the place.

Paul wobbles his way to Mark. Cursing for all the uneven ground. Causing him to have to lift his legs up higher. He hated this propriety.

Just when he gets to Mark. He smiles. Wipes his forehead with a handkerchief that he had in his shirt pocket. And waits for Mark to turn around. Mark see's a heavy shadow figure showing up in-front of him. He cuts off the weed-eater and turns around.

Mark holds the weed-eater in his left hand. He wipes at his forehead. And with a menacing stare. He sets the weed-eater down on the ground.

"What are you doing here?." - Paul smiles. "I just wanted to see you. Like I said a few days ago. I've missed you, Mark."

Mark grabs his bandana from his pants-pocket. He shakes it a few times. And then places it on top of his head. Making sure to have his pony-tail stuck out and over the tie-end of the bandana. "I don't care if you've missed me. I don't want to see you. Talk to you. Nothing." - "But I don't understand, Mark. What have I done to you. I've cared for you, I've giving you money. A place to stay when you didn't have anywhere to go or anything at all to your name. Is that so terrible to you?." - Mark curses, and rolls his eyes. "I haven't forgotten what you've done for me. But that's not what this is about." - "This, what is this about?. Tell me, Mark. Please. I just want to be in your good graces again." - You haven't been in my good graces since the very time you took me in, Paul. You stole my parent's money. You tried to invest me in some low-down scheme, when I was still only a kid. Then when I became a adult. You tried it again. Which could have gotten me arrested. How is that caring. You tell me that, you explain to me, that one. Caring, son a bitch. You don't what real caring is. You only manipulated me, and used me for your own advantage. That is why I don't want nothing to do with you. Do you understand, now. Do you get it, Paul."

Mark exhales and then proceeds to inhale deeply. "You just need to get off my propriety. Now." Mark demands. His arms folded acrossed his chest. Paul's smile faded. "Well, I didn't' realize you hated me so much." - "Face it, Paul. I've hated you since the day you were assigned my guardianship. I'm just glad I came to my senses four years ago, and left you behind." Paul and Mark stand there, Paul's gaze was focused on the hard ground. He felt de-flated. He knew that Mark really didn't like him. And if given the choose, he wouldn't have picked him to live with. He was just going with the flow, being with Paul because he had no-one else. And Paul knew that everything that Mark had said was true. He never really was too caring, only using Mark to help himself out. But he never was told the true feelings that Mark shared for Paul. That he hated him. And hearing that, now. Hurt him. Only slightly. He felt more angry, more insulted then anything else. But his feelings were slightly hurt. After-all, this was coming from the man that Paul had spent countless years taking care. He was such a ungrateful bastard. And he was gonna let Mark know. Yes, sir. He was.

Paul walks up to Mark. Points his fat finger in Mark's face. "You listen to me now. You hear me!." Mark rolls his eyes, once more.

Paul puffs up like one of those puffer-fish. "I have raised you since you were just a boy. I deserve your respect. And if you ever talk to me that way again." Mark continues to stand there. Taking in this pitiful man. "Are you done, yet." Mark whispers. Paul places his finger to Mark's mouth. Just inches away from having them touch. Mark moves his head away slightly. "Shut the hell up. I told you, your gonna listen to me."

Mark continues to stare down Paul. While Paul continued his speech of respect to Mark.

Just then Jeffrey comes around the corner from the front of the house. Mark steps aside. And carefully watches Jeff.

Paul looks at Mark, then turns his attention to Mark's focus. Jeff. "And another thing, why didn't you tell me you had a son?. Did you not know about him, or something." Mark rolls his eyes. "He's not my son."

Paul looks over to Jeff, who was still half a yard away. "He isn't?." Mark replies. 'No, he isn't." - "Then who is he. What's he doing here?."

Mark tired of answering Paul's questions. Turns to walk up ahead, to meet Jeff.

Paul turns around and looks at Jeff, then at Mark. A smile slowly resurfaces. "What's going on here. What are you up too, Mark?."

TBC

What is Paul up too?.

Shout outs!.

Infection13: Thanks! :) I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Centon4eva: Thanks. Be patient. Your almost as bad as Jeff. LOL. It'll come. Mark's just very stubborn. He has his rules. YN.

ShyAnn: Hi, I'm glad your reading and enjoying my store. As for Kane/Glenn. He will not be in this story. Sorry :( I am not sure if you are aware of the storyline that the WWF did, right before Kane debuted. Where Paul told the audience that there was a fire that supposedly destroyed Undertaker's home and family who was inside of the house at the time. Well, in that continued storyline, Undertaker had thought that his whole family. Parents, little brother died. When Paul confessed that Kane was indeed alive, that he had survived the fire. Well, I'm using that as a part of Mark's background history, the only thing I'm not including from that, is that Kane/Glenn survived it. Because in my story. He really did die in the family fire, along with their parents. - I hope with the fact that Glenn will NOT be in this story. That it won't take your interest from reading further with it. I hope your continuing reading it.

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I am hopefully gonna pick back up with the updates. Family-life has been pretty hectic the last two months. And the muses has it seems always happens, disappeared for a while. Their back now. And hopefully I can get another chapter out in at-least two week's time.