Rough Day

Seven - La La Love Me

This moment is fine as it is, I don't need anything else.

That's a lie, of course. Life seems surreal currently.

Mark is so close to me. Its a dream.

"Mark, I have to tell you something." Yes, this is it. The moment of truth!

He nods, expectant. "Go ahead, I'm all ears." He chuckles lowly.

"I... I am so," This is it! Nothing I can say will mess this up now! "...Grateful that you took me in, I can't stress that enough."
EXCEPT FOR THAT!

He blinks, taken aback. Obviously that wasn't what he expected! He laughs and pats my shoulder jauntily. "Of course! You're my friend and I couldn't just let you slug around in the street."

I could die right now and I wouldn't even care.

I panic when he begins to walk away with a sympathetic smile plastered on his face.

He makes it almost all the way to the kitchen when I yell from the foyer, "L-love me! Want to be near me! I've adored you for months and months... and months..." I trail off, realizing the embarrassment I feel is probably reflected doubly upon him.

Again, he takes ages to speak up. When he does, it takes me completely off guard as I've sunken to the floor, hoping to become a puddle and evaporate.

"Ya know, I could ask you the same thing," he says, amused and recalling something.

I stare at the ground, petrified and wondering what exactly he's saying.

He kneels in front of me and brings my face up to meet his.

He smiles softly at me when he leans back. Everything about him in this moment is soft, even his lips when they brushed ever so lightly over mine.

"Why don't you ever talk to me about these things?"

I crumple my face up in confusion, waiting for an explanation. I know he's using my words against me, but to what goal?

He laughs and bundles me into his arms. He's so warm and when I look up at him, his cheeks are borderline glowing. Then I realize what he wants. I tentatively reach one hand to touch his cheek, afraid he might burn me.

The warmth is soothing and I press my palm fully against his cheek, pecking his chin.

"Dear Mark," I begin, completely confident. "I have loved you more in our short time together than anyone. I am completely, irrevocably smitten, Fishy."

He stares at me for a minute before bursting into uncontrolled laughter.

"Fishy? That's what you come up with?" He wheezes between giggles.

I puff my cheeks out, inwardly ecstatic, but feigning broken pride.

The next few minutes pass quickly as we poke harmless fun at each other.

But as it dies down, Mark becomes serious again. He cradles me in his lap and looks down at me, cupping my cheeks.

"I waited so long for you to tell me. The only way this day could get better is if you promise to be mine." The last part he mumbles so lowly that I can barely hear him

"You're asking me to be your...?"

I choke. I can't say it. If I say it, I'll wake up and find this isn't real...

He nods. "Please. Love me." He pouts, like a little puppy.
Mark is so hard to say no to...

I hesitate. No. Its real. Right?

I smile coyly. "Mark, answer me something first." He nods eagerly, eyes wide. "Is this real?"

He chuckles. "Of course, dinkus!" He kisses the tip of my nose.

"Of course, I'll be yours Mark. You're my dream come true."

"I'm so happy," he sighs contentedly. He really is. I can tell. A sudden thought crosses my mind.

"Are you still going to post that video?" I inquire.

"Yeah, why not? Its important. My day has gotten infinitely better but the video is still true."

I smile at my new boyfriend. He is the most amazing man to live, to me. I couldn't ask for anything more than his happiness.

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((EHHH I'm not so great with endings! I hope y'all liked it! yay sappy endings.))