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"Is this all your stuff?" My mom said, looking at the few bags Mark and I had brought with us.
"Mom, we're not moving in! We just need somewhere to stay until we can find a new place." I replied. Mark grabbed all the bags and walked up the stairs to my room.
"Ok dear, just know you don't have to rush to move back out." She said with a smile.
"And is there any possible way Mark and I could stay in my room together?"
"As long as you behave yourselves I don't see why that's a problem." She said, chuckling. I hugged her and ran up to my room.
"You can stay here with me!" I squealed and jumped on Mark and kissed him. He kissed back and smiled.
I glanced at my room. It hadn't been touched since I left. Clothes and books were everywhere. I started straightening things up. I walked into the bathroom connected to my room and cleaned it too.
"And the bathroom is here. You don't have to use this one if you don't like, but it's the closest one." I said motioning toward the bathroom.
"We should probably start looking for somewhere soon. I don't want to burden your parents. Plus, I asked you to move in with me and you're already back here!" Mark said, with a small sigh.
"Mark, it's not your fault we're here. It's that crazy girl's fault. We could have gotten hurt a lot worse than a few cuts! I love you, it will be fine okay?" I said, hugging him tight.
"So why did you guys ask to move in?" My father asked over dinner that night. I blushed and my mother cleared her throat at him. I could practically read her thoughts. She wanted him to drop the subject. I glanced at Mark. He nodded, as if to say, tell her the truth.
"Well…There was this fan. And she kind of started stalking us." I said, quietly.
"Stalking?! Oh my gosh!" My mom said, a worried look coming to her face.
"The girl showed up at Mark's place the other night and I went outside to tell her to leave. It got heated and she and I got into a fight." I said. My mother glanced down at my arm where it was bandaged.
"Did you get hurt!?"
"Well, yeah. But it's fine! It's really shallow. We just need a new place to live." I admitted.
"Carly! Can't you see what living with someone who's famous is like? This will never end as long as he gets popular!"
"Don't say that, mom! I love Mark! We have a restraining order against the girl!"
"Carly, I don't think you should move back out."
"Drop it, mom! We will be gone as soon as we find a place! Excuse me!" I said, standing up from the table and running up to my room.
"Carly? Are you okay?" Mark asked, walking into my dark room. I was in bed, staring at the wall. I couldn't believe my mom wouldn't understand how much I love him!
"I just don't like how she uses everything she can to get me back home."
"She's just being your mom. She's worried. That's all." Mark sat on the bed and I felt his hand on my back.
"Don't tell me you agree with her!"
"I just…Maybe it is best for you to stay back? I don't want to hurt you."
"You haven't hurt me, Mark! The fans have!"
"I just don't want this to continue to happen!"
"I could take a defense class. There are ways to stay safe."
"I guess so. Look, I don't want this to end. I love you. I just want you safe."
"Then we can sign up for classes soon. And while we're at it, let's look for a new place as soon as we can!" I added, facing him. He nodded and kissed me softly.