"M-Mark," Courtney whispered. Her eyes fluttered open. She was still in the hospital.
"You're up!" the nurse said, "You've been checked out all ready, no eternal injuries, no head trauma, nothing. It's really amazing! You're free to go!"
Courtney was lead down the stairs (out of request), and to the waiting room. Mrs. Dimond, who had been fussing over Mark, hurried over to her.
"Are you in any pain? Oh, look at those ban-aids on you face! You arm, does that gash hurt?"
"No, I'm fine," Courtney said, smiling up at her.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Positive!" Courtney said.
Mrs. Dimond lead her over to the others. Courtney smiled at Mark. He blushed and looked away. Suddenly, memories of yesterday flooded back to Courtney. Her cheeks grew pink as well.
They were lead out to the car and they rode back to the house in silence, neither daring to say a word to each other.
"Are you two all right back there?" Dodger asked, looking at them through the mirror.
"Fine." Courtney curled her hair. Mark nodded in Dodger's direction.
"Well, okay. You just seem pretty quiet, Skirt."
Dodger waited. The yelling he expected didn't come.
"All right, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Courtney lied. It was everything.
Dodger gave them a worried look, and then went back to concentrating on his driving.
They pulled up in the drive way, and Mark and Courtney got out on different sides of the car.
"You know, you could have saved opening a few doors by just picking one," Dodger mentioned. They didn't reply.
Courtney needed to get her act together. She was avoiding Mark! Mark! This was insane! But she didn't know what else to do. Mark didn't seam so keen on talking, but she really needed to.
It went on like that for a week. Yes, a whole week. Courtney couldn't take it anymore.
"Mark?" she said, coming up behind him. Mark jumped. They were visiting the park. Mark gripped the bench behind him.
"Y-yeah?" he asked. Great, stuttering. He was nervous. Grate way to start talking about it. Not.
"Um, well..." Courtney started fiddling with her fingers. She leaned against one foot, and then the other. Her heart was banging in her chest, threatening to come out.
Courtney took a deep breath, "Mark, about what happened on the elevator..."
"I shouldn't have done that," he said, avoiding her gaze.
Courtney stood there, not knowing what to say. She was glad when Mark finally spoke again.
"I don't know what came over me... why I did that... Maybe the lack of oxygen was getting to me. I don't want you to stop being my friend. After all, you like that... Spader... guy..."
"Spader? Is that what this is about?" she asked, looking him dead in the eye. Mark didn't reply. Courtney stepped closer to him.
"I don't... Mark I... I wont stop being your friend, no matter what! And... I..." it was Courtney's turn to avoid his gaze.
"I... I hope your lying about that lack of oxygen thing... because..." Courtney stepped even closer to him, "I, I, I! Ulg! I like you!"
Mark snapped a surprised look at her. Courtney turned a deep shade of red.
"I... like... you... and I... I may even... l-love... you," she chocked on the word 'love'. She winched, waiting for a reply. It didn't come. Instead, she felt those same soft lips that had graced her own old a week ago.