After another week there, I was getting to know Mark as well and I was getting to know Misha and Chelsea, but felt a special kind of friendship with him, maybe because we were both from the same country and had both left it for this country.
I was thinking about this, outside, when Mark called my name from behind me.
I turned round and looked up. "Hey Mark."
"Can I sit down?"
"Sure, as long as you don't mind your arse getting dirty."
I loved being able to speak to him the way I spoke to people back home.
"You looked deep in thought, I didn't want to interrupt," he said as he sat down. "Thinking about anything good?"
"No," I answered, bluntly. "Home."
"Here," he handed me and cup of tea and I took a swig.
"Mmmm, how do you know how I like it?"
"I aim to please. Now that we know each other a little better, do you mind if I ask what's so bad about home?"
I took a deep breath and looked at him.
"You don't have to tell me," he said.
As I was in a t-shirt, I looked at my arms, which were covered in scars.
"Everything that causes these." Mark looked down at my arms as well. "Evil family friend when I was younger, over twenty years of bullying, all of my exes had every bloody problem you could think of; drugs, schizo, criminal, all of them cheated and the last one even turned out to be bloody gay," I tried to laugh.
"Bloody hell," he said quietly.
"Well, you've got me now and if anyone wants you then they've got to get through me first. And I'm always here if you need to talk, just come and find me."
Mark wrapped his arm round me and I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Thank you Mark, that really means a lot," I wrapped my arm around his waist.
"You're welcome. It's at times like this when I wish I really was Crowley so I could trick all the people who deserve it so they all go to hell. Or just set my hellhound on them."
I looked at Mark and laughed. "Thanks, I think. I'll remember that, though, if someone pisses me off while I'm here."
"You know it's not very often I find myself caring about someone so soon," he squeezed me.
"I guess we're just two of a kind," I said.
"I guess so," he agreed.

Almost a month later, three weeks to be exact, I knew most of the cast really well; I even babysat for Jared and Jen sometimes.
But it was Misha, Chelsea and Mark that were my best friends. All four of us always hung out at one of the others' houses. The four of us were all crazy and would all have so much fun and when we weren't having fun, I was usually sat next to, or with Mark. We were always talking about music or tattoos or, on the rare occasion, back home.
Whenever I was quiet or looked deep in thought and Mark was around, he'd always come over, put his arm round me and start talking nonsense. Nobody paid any attention though, they were all focused on me and Misha.
In fact, most people thought I fancied Misha and they even queried if we were having an affair because of the way we were always flirting and making sexual advances at each other.

"Misha," I approached him in from of Jensen and Jared, Mark, Jim and Chelsea. "What the hell happened last night?"
"I'm so sorry, West was ill and I couldn't't phone you with Karen around," Misha played along like he always did.
"I was sat around in my underwear all night; when the whipped cream started to go warm, I gathered you weren't coming."
"Well," he looked at his watch. "I've got an hour to spare now if you like? If we go like bunnies, we could probably manage three times."
"Three times? That's adventurous. You've convinced me, Collins, I'm in," I grinned.
I turned to Jensen and bounced up and down.
"Did you hear that, Jensen? Three times. Three orgasms."
"Nice," Jensen screwed his face up and tried to smile.
"What are we waiting for then?" Misha grabbed my hand and pulled me to the exit, towards his car.
When we had left, they all turned to each other.
"You don't think they're being serious, do you?" Mark asked.
"No," Jensen shook his head and they all looked at each other again.
"Surely not," Jim laughed, nervously.
"No, they're joking, trying to have us on," Jared said but his voice sounded unsure.
Chelsea looked at each of them, not believing they could be that easily had, and left to follow me and Misha.

Sat in the front seat, me and Misha were doubled over laughing.
"Did you see their faces . . .when you said you were waiting for me. . . In your underwear," Misha gasped.
"Do they really think you would do that to Karen?" I held my sides.
Someone knocked on the window and climbed into the back seat.
"I knew you guys were faking," Chelsea laughed.
"Of course we were, we always have been," Misha said.
"Why would anyone believe us?" I laughed, shaking my head.
"Cause they're dumb," Chelsea joined in. "While we're on the topic, what's your two's time since the last time?"
"Three nights," Misha answered. "You?"
"A month and a half," she answered and they both looked at me.
I coughed, nervously. "A long time."
"What's a long time?"
"Yeah, it will stay in this car if you want it to," Misha reassured me.
"Two and a half years. Ish. But if it helps, I dream-fucked somebody last night."
"Wow, that is a while," Chelsea whistled. "How come?""Same reason I came here, my life was really messed up back home," my voice dropped.
"Is that why you've got so many scars?"
"Yeah, urm . . .evil friend of the family, last boyfriend turned out to be gay, twenty three years treated like shit and I ain't that keen on sex either."
Misha said nothing, just sat there and watched me.
"Is that cause of the family friend?" Chelsea asked.
I nodded, biting my lip. "And the scars are also why I'm single."
"No it's not, you're hot," Misha spoke up and I couldn't't help by laugh. He grabbed my hand and juggled it around.
"If I weren't't married, I'd be humping away at you like a horny teenager."
This time, both me and Chelsea burst out laughing.
"Thanks. I just need to find someone that understands."
"You never know, when you find that person, you might automatically become a sex bomb," Chelsea laughed.
"If that happens then I'll . . .I'll decide then," I smiled.
"Don't worry, we'll find someone for you," Chelsea leant forward and hugged me.
"Or we'll find out a way to clone me," Misha laughed and hugged me as well.
For the rest of the hour, Misha and Chelsea pulled each problem from me and promised they'd try to help me.
When we all went back in, before we went separate ways, we went to the group.
"Phew, we managed three and a half times before Chelsea interrupted," I winked at Jared and fanned myself.
"Lovely," he nodded, looking sick.
"it was," I smiled at Jensen and went to get a drink.
When I sat down and started drinking, Mark appeared next to me and sat down.
"Hey gorgeous."
"Hiya Mark," I smiled.
"You two really got them guys going," he leant over and whispered.
"How do you know we aren't serious?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Because I know you're not the type to encourage cheating."
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. "Okay, fine, you got me on that one."
"I take it Chelsea came after you?" Mark asked.
"Yeah and somehow the conversation changed into me telling them . . .what I told you," I said. "But I don't mind because now all my best friends know."
"I'm your best friend?"
"One of them, yeah," I nodded and hugged him.
Mark didn't say anything, he just hugged me back.
"Remember what I said? I guess we're just two of a kind . . .which is probably how you know me so well, even when I don't say anything," I whispered in his ear.
"I guess so," he repeated himself from last time and laughed. "That should be our slogan."
I laughed along with him and repeated myself. "I guess we're just two of a kind."
"I guess so."
'I hope so," Mark thought as he squeezed me. "Oh, bollocks to our age gap, I want you, I really want you, Sherrie. I'd do anything to have you, anything for us to be together.'
What nobody knew, was that I was thinking the same. I wanted Mark, I wanted him all to myself and I wanted him soon.

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