hi i’m back lol. #16 with mark. mwuah.
16. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.” + mark
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You finally managed to get home. It was Friday and the weather was terrible, making it harder to move around town. As soon as you opened the door, you felt a cold wave wash over you. What the fuck? You had left the heating system on so you could come over to a warm house, but this most definitely wasn’t it. You sighed in annoyance and closed the door behind you, moving on to check what had happened.
Once you reached the heating system, you realized it wasn’t actually working. You tried and tried and tried to make it function again, but it was hard fixing something when you didn’t even know what was wrong with it in the first place. There was no way you could stay home tonight and you wouldn’t find anyone to fix it at this hour and at this weather. You thought about your options: all your friends were back home for the holiday and your parents were away on a Christmas cruise. Great. It seemed like your best option was to call your almost boyfriend and just crash at his place, even though you kinda didn’t want it. It’s not like you haven’t slept there before, it was just that the last time you did, things got a bit weird.
You were resting against Mark’s chest while he watched some random movie on the TV. The two of you have been going out for over three months now, but no one had said a thing about making it official. You weren’t seeing anyone else and you knew Mark wasn’t either. Yet, there was no talk about becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. He wasn’t a talker, you knew that. He liked you, you also knew that. But you kinda needed to make sure the both of you were on the same page and had the same expectations on where this was going.
After playing with his triangle necklace for a few seconds, you finally found the courage to speak, “Mark?”
“Hm,” he hummed, acknowledging you.
“Can I ask you something?” You sounded unsure.
Mark nodded, “Yeah.”
You inhaled deeply. This was it. “W-what… what are we?”
“What do you mean?” He had his brows furrowed, confusion taking over him.
You sat up so you could look at him properly, “I mean, what are we?”
Mark shrugged, still lying in bed, “I-I don’t know?” You let out a breath. This is why you were avoiding having this conversation altogether. He had a different view on this, you knew it. “What do you want me to say?”
“Something other than I don’t know?” The frustration in your voice was clear. You weren’t really sure about what you were expecting from this, but this wasn’t it. “We’ve been dating for three months now… Maybe it’s time to make this,” you said, pointing at the two of you, “official.”
He inhaled, “Do we really need to have this conversation now? Do we need a label?”
You felt your heart drop to your stomach and swallowed your feelings, “No.”
“I like-”
You shook your head, “No, it’s ok. Let’s just watch the movie.” You laid down by his chest again and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep to pretend all of this didn’t happen.
Mark pressed you against him, “I really like you, ok?”
You just smiled sadly at him and focused on the TV until it made you drift away and fall asleep.
You dialed his number and he soon picked up, “Hey.”
“Hey, Mark.”
“Is everything ok?” He sounded worried. “Haven’t heard from you in a few days…”
You let out a breath, “Yeah, everything’s fine. I kinda needed a favor though.”
“Of course. How can I be useful?” He said, laughing. Fuck. You loved his laugh.
“I need a place to crash. I got home and my-”
He interrupted you, “Say no more. I’ll wait for you to come over.”
You chuckled, “Hmkay. Thanks. I’ll just grab some things and go.”
“You’re welcome. See you soon?” He sounded unsure, careful.
“Yeah, be there soon.”
“Can’t wait,” he said, hanging up immediately before you could say anything back.
You sighed, slightly annoyed at your lack of options and still a bit upset at what had happened at the last time you were at Mark’s. You had no time for that, though, you needed to grab your things and hurry to his place given the fact that you had to be up early tomorrow for a meeting.
You threw a bunch of your stuff in a bag and frantically left, your apartment being too cold for any human being to be there. After luckily getting a cab, you reached Mark’s apartment in half an hour. You rang the intercom and he buzzed you in.
Once you got out of the elevator, he was waiting for you by the door with a small smile on his face, “Hi.” He moved aside so you could come in, giving you a kiss on the cheek first.
“Hi,” you smiled.
“Missed you,” he said, getting your bag and placing it by the couch.
You blushed at his words, “M-missed you too.”
He smiled, “Good. Look, I’ll go shower. Make yourself at home.”
“Okay,” you said, nodding. “Thanks again.”
“No problem.” Mark left for his bedroom and you decided to get something to eat while you waited for your turn to shower.
You opened Mark’s cabinet and saw a bag of your favorite chips. Your heart got warm at the sight - he probably got that for you since he didn’t even like garlic flavored chips. You grabbed the bag and went to his room, settling yourself comfortably in his bed and turning the TV on.
After a few minutes of eating and watching some random movie, Mark opened the bathroom door. He was wearing a loose t-shirt and some basketball shorts. It’s been months, but you still weren’t used to how good looking was. He sat by the end of the bed, back facing you and hands moving smoothly against his hair to dry it out. You heard Mark’s voice but didn’t get the grasp of what he had just said. “What?”
Mark chuckled, “I said you’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
“Oh…” You closed the bag, placed it by his nightstand and cleaned your fingertips against your jeans. “Sorry.”
“It’s ok. This isn’t just my bed, you know?”
You got confused by his words, “What?”
He laughed once again at your confusion, “Yeah. This bed isn’t just mine. It’s ours.” He turned around so he could look at you.
“Mark-”“Look, I get it. I’m sorry I made you upset last week. I’m sorry I didn’t wanna say what you wanted to hear.” He sighed, “I’m just… scared.”
You furrowed your brows, “Of what?”
“Of things changing once we use those words? I don’t know.” Mark shrugged, “I’ve never liked anyone this much and I just don’t wanna ruin it.”
“Saying those words won’t ruin anything, Mark.” You shook your head, “Sorry if I pressured you in any way.” Your voice was soft, gentle, too scared of saying the wrong thing and push him away, “I just… I like you and I want us to move forward, you know?”
Mark moved closer, sitting right in front of you, and placed his hand on top of yours, “I know. I want that too. I want you to be happy. I want you to be happy with me.” When he said that, he squeezed your hand to let you know he meant it. “So this is me, officially saying you don’t have a way out of this anymore.”
You laughed, “What do you mean?”
Mark smiled brightly, “I mean you’re my girlfriend. You can’t escape me anymore.”
You felt your heart race - yeah, it was probably going to explode. You were smiling so bright your face would probably hurt, “I’m what? I didn’t quite get it.”
Mark leaned forward, face inches from yours, “You’re my girlfriend.”
You got one hand against his cheek and brushed the hair out of his face with the other, “I’m what?”
He placed a kiss at your forehead, “How many times are you gonna make me say it?”
You chuckled and before you kissed him, you said, “‘Til I’m tired of listening.”
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