Star Light, Star Bright - Mark and Ailee
Mark sighed a little, leaning back in his chair and stretching. Homework was tedious, as normal, and he was easily distracted, taking numerous breaks to stare out a window or check various social media sites.
He was attempting to balance his chair on the back two legs only when he was startled by a knock on the door, and he ended up falling rather spectacularly to the ground. Getting up with a faint curse, he massaged his bruised back as he hobbled towards the door.
The slightly pained expression on his face instantly cleared when he saw who was standing outside his room. “Oh, hey! Nice to see you again.” He glanced curiously at the white board in her hands, but supposed he’d find out soon enough.
The smile on his face grew wider when he spotted his jacket. “Ah, thanks for bringing it back.” He tilted his head, considering her. “Do you like it? If you want, you can keep it actually.” He had more than enough clothes, and even though he liked it, he didn’t necessarily need that jacket. She seemed to like it, judging by the hold she had on it, and he supposed it would get more use in her possession rather than his. ”Uh… do you want to come in and chat? Or we can just hang if you don’t want to talk. I’m not doing much right now, just procrastinating. Like usual.” He laughed a little, running a hand through his hair as he waited for her reply.
Ailee leaned her head to have a better look of his room. She noticed the chair on the floor as she walked past him, entering his room. She raised her eye brows at him as she sat on his desk, giving him a questioning look, not uttering a single word. Ailee gave a nosy look around the room. A playful smile formed on her lips as she looked at him. Taking out her black marker she began to write. ‘I don’t mind what we do, thanks for the jacket though, I needed to rob one anyway. :)’ Finishing with her smiley face, she showed Mark what she had wrote. Being truthful, Ailee didn’t mind what they do as long as she’s away from her room. Then everything would be okay. Hopefully. Ailee glanced around his room once more, wondering if he’s the sort to hide anything. Or he’s an open book. Ailee looked back at Mark, waiting for his response as she tapped her fingertips against his desk.







