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Chapter 15.

//CHAPTER 15: Sleepless\\

A/N: I'm going out so this will be the last chapter for today... Enjoy Xx

YOUR POV
After Mark left I tried so hard to fall asleep. Eventually my eyes fluttered shut...

*nightmare*
"(Y/n)! Get down here!" Yelling. Constant yelling. I'm only 11. What did I do wrong?
"Daddy?" I asked, attempting not to sob when I walked to him.
"Daddy isn't here you little bitch. Do you see this knife?" He pointed at the knife on the bench, I nodded, almost confused by his question. I was used to him abusing me by now. He picked it up and came up to me.
"Daddy? Wh-what are you doing?" I cried. He glared at me. Grabbing my arm and bringing the knife to it.
"I said, Daddy. Isn't. Here!" He raised the knife up...
*nightmare end*

"(Y/n)?" A voice entered my thoughts and my nightmare disappeared. It was morning thankfully, no more need for sleep. "Are you okay?" The voice asked. I realised it was Mark and that he was next door calling to me. Sometimes these walls are good for some things.
'You're not okay'
"I'm okay" I called back.
'You need to trust him' I frowned at myself because my subconscious was right.

Knock Knock

I rushed over to the door and opened it. Mark stood there frowning.
"Sorry, bad dreams again" I looked down.
"You can trust me you know?" He said.
"I know..." I raised my head and looked at him, he looked slightly upset. "Let me make it up to you" his face turned red. 'Is he blushing?' "Not that way, you perv!" I playfully punched him and he laughed. "I meant like, do you want to go for lunch or something-"
"Like a date?" He asked, I wasn't sure if it was to be honest. He sounded really hopeful.
"I guess so... But it isn't..."
"But it is" he raised his eyebrows up and down at me causing me to laugh.
"We'll call it a 'date-not-a-date-date' then" he stared at me like I was crazy. Maybe I am. I don't care that much.
"Well, we can go on a 'date-not-a-date-date' now if you like? Get breakfast instead" he offered an arm for me to hold so we could go. I looked at him panicked.
"You do realise I look like a troll?" I was still in my pajamas(I was wearing shorts today! Thank goodness...) and my hair was out of whack.
"You look ravishing, as always, but if you feel the need to-"
"-I do" I cut him off. "Give me five minutes!"
"Okay, but that's it, otherwise I'll leave without you" he looked at me jokingly. I went back into my room and ran to my closet. 'What do I wear?!' I threw my shirt and shorts off and grabbed a cute, fitted, blue dress, and a white cardigan. I strode into my bathroom and ran my brush through my hair. I did it up into a mid level pony to make it look a bit neater. After applying lip balm and mascara, I was good to go. I stepped out of my apartment, locking my fort behind me.
"4 minutes and 57 seconds" Mark stated, looking at his watch as I walked out. "You've done we- wow" he looked up at me. "You look..." He paused.
"Oh god. I look terrible don't I? Ugh of course!" I said feeling upset.
"Beautiful" he smiled at me and my look of shock turned to a small smile. He wants me to blush. I know he does. "Let's go then" he offered an arm out and I put mine through his.

He asked if I wanted to go to my workplace but I already spend enough time there so we decided on a picnic. We went to a store near our building and got chips, dip, fruit. Basic essentials for a picnic.
"We don't have a basket or a blanket" Mark whined.
"Does it matter?" I questioned.
"Yes! It has to be an authentic experience for both of us!" He said, matter-of-factly. I shook my head at him and found a small basket, a blanket and headed over to the checkout to pay.
"Hi, how can I he-" the cashier stopped short after seeing Mark. The girl was about 19, blonde hair and blue eyes. Quite pretty actually. Mark didn't notice her look that she gave him. Was it an obsessive look? I'm not sure. Then she looked at me, almost jealously I think.
"Sorry Miss? Are you going to scan our stuff?" Mark said, the girl leaving her trance and smiling at him.
"Right of course, silly me" she twirled her hair even though Mark paid no attention. 'Ha! Take that!' I smirked as she scanned the items, we paid for it and left. She called out a goodbye but neither of us turned back.
"Did you realise she-"
"-Knows who I am? Yes I did realise..." He smirked at me. "But I'm more worried about what you would have thought if I flirted with her"
"Flirted? With her?" I was shocked. Here I was, thinking he might like me but he would flirt with any girl that gave him a second glance.
"I'm joking (y/n), I'm joking! I'm on a date remember. With you, you're the only one I can flirt with okay." He grabbed my hand that wasn't holding a bag and squeezed it. "Now, let's go have our picnic!" He said happily, letting go of my hand and running over to a park in the distance.

"It's really nice here" I smiled. The scenery was lovely. We had lots of second glances as we sat there, mostly because of Mark I think but it was still nice. I could hear birds chirping nearby and I felt the wind through my hair.
"Yeah, it is" he lay back on the blanket and I lay back too. "Thanks" he murmured, lying down, eyes closed. I looked over and admired how perfect his face was. He looked so peaceful.
"You're welcome", I looked upwards at the sky and smiled.

...after walking home...

"So um..." We stood there awkwardly for a moment and I went to give him a hug and he outstretched an arm. 'Does he want me to shake his hand?' I took ahold of his hand and shook it, laughing at how awkward we are. "I'll see you later Mark" I said, opening my door.
"I'll see you too, later I mean... Yeah" he quickly headed into his apartment and I snickered at how he was acting.

MARKS POV
'Damn, I'm an idiot' I face palmed. 'Why did I shake her hand? She obviously wanted a hug. Ugh I'm stupid!' I decided to edit some videos to take my mind of her. I posted a few I had already edited and (y/n) still hadn't left my thoughts. 'Go see her!' I shook my head. She probably has work soon anyway. I was still itching to see her once I finished my next video. 'Just do it!' I decided against arguing and ran to my door and swung it open. I stepped ou-
SMACK!
'Owwwwch...' I thought, gritting my teeth and shutting my eyes.
I then realised I was lying on the floor from the sudden contact of me hitting this unidentified object. All I knew is that it was on top of me.
Then I opened my eyes.
'Why is (y/n) on top of me?'

A/N: cliffhangers are fun. Buh-bye!