Wendy Stories

Best Part: MarkDy (2)

To combat the gloominess on rainy days, Mark likes to play his and Wendy's favorite song: "Best Part." 

"You're the coffee that I need in the morning."

After hearing that lyric, Wendy comes to his mind. Just as he is thinking of her, someone rings his doorbell. He opens the door to find Wendy holding two cups of coffee. "One for you and one for me," she says gleefully. "Thanks, Wendy," he replies. He agrees with the lyric. 

"You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring."

He also agrees with this lyric. He adds, "When this rain stops, let's have lunch together." 

"You're my water when I'm stuck in the desert."

"I see that you're playing our song!" she exclaims. "I love this line. It reminds me of our friendship. My love is like water."

Mark mutters under his breath, "Why can't you love me?"

"What was that?" Wendy asks. 

"I think it describes our relationship well. Our love is platonic."

She smiles brightly and drinks her coffee. 

"You're the Tylenol I take when my head hurts."

When she finishes her sips, her head pounds and she winces. Mark notices and commands, "Don't drink coffee when you're dehydrated." 

"I'm not dehydrated!" she argues. 

"Have you been drinking enough water?"

Wendy stays silent. 

"For someone whose love is like water, you sure do get headaches frequently."

Wendy crosses her arms and requests, "Can you please pass me some Tylenol?" He hands her the Tylenol bottle and a cup of water. "Thank you very much, Mark." She swallows the pill and water. 

"You should rest. We have to wait for the rain to end, anyway." She nods her head and lies on the couch. Mark gazes at her from afar, basking in her beauty, while he finishes his coffee. He smiles to himself after seeing Wendy napping. She always comforts him on rainy days because she knows he hates the rain, and she always buys him coffee because it helps him stay awake. Knowing that he deals with seasonal depression, she tries her best to make him happy at the expense of her physical health. She suffers from frequent headaches. Hence, Mark buys Tylenol to treat them. 

Waking up from her hap, she observes the weather. It is no longer raining. She chirps, "Let's hit the road!" 

"Is your headache gone?" he questions. Wendy nods her head. "You always have Tylenol available when I need it." 

"And you always have headaches when I need to get rid of the bottle." Wendy wrinkles her nose and sticks her tongue out at him. 

"Are you ready to go now?" 

"I'm coming!"

Mark grabs the keys and starts the engine of the car. He opens the door for Wendy. Wendy sits in her seat, forgetting to wear the seatbelt. Mark peers over at her and shakes his head. He then reaches over and pulls the seatbelt. Wendy's cheeks flush. Embarrassed, she thanks him. "It seems like you're still sleepy. You can nap again if you want." 

"I'm not sleepy!" she counters. 

"Suit yourself."

Within a few minutes, she is drowsy and falls asleep. Mark reclines the seat and places his jacket over her at the red light. Looking at her, he grins at how peacefully she is sleeping. They arrive at a plaza, but Mark stays in the parking lot. Wendy awakens and realizes she fell asleep for the second time. "Sorry for being so sleepy, Mark."

"It's fine," he assures. He is happy she can sleep with his presence. It looks like she can't sleep at home. "I'm not in the mood for a meal. How about you?"

"Yeah, I'm not that hungry. Wanna get ice cream instead?"

Mark laughs. "How'd you know I was craving ice cream?" Wendy chortles. "I can read your mind, duh! You're my best friend," she states.

"Just best friend?" he asks as he leans forward. Wendy prepares for her first kiss by closing her eyes. To her dismay, Mark whispers into her ear, "What were you expecting?" Wendy's face is stained red. She tries to act nonchalant by answering, "Nothing."

He smirks. "Then let me know. Are we just best friends? Because I think of you as more than that."