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37 - Lover

Y/N POV

"Y/n!" Mark shouted. I turned to him. "Hey! What's up?" "Do you want to go to a concert with me?" I couldn't help but smiled. I could always count on Mark to not beat around the bush when asking me questions. He was always so confident and self-assured. That is a good thing to have.

"I would love to! When?" "Tonight. And it will be accompanied by a dinner too" Mark gave me more details. "Ooh. Wilbur better step up his dating game" I joked. Mark laughed and nodded. "Go get dressed" he told me, nodding towards the bedroom door. "What? I can't go in my Toy Story pajama pants?" I questioned, pretending to be offended. "If you want, I don't mind. But I also don't want people to think you're crazy" Mark explained.

"Since when did you care about how other people look at us?" I asked Mark with a smirk. "I never said us. I said you." And with that, he walked away to the bathroom.

I was frozen, stuck. I never expected Mark to say something like that. He cares about how people look at me? Is that in a controlling way or in a loving caring way? He never cared what I wore out in public. Whenever my mother would give me a displeased face when seeing my outfits, Mark smiles, says I look lovely, and then move on with his life without a second thought about the compliment. I always think about the compliments.

He thinks I look good in anything. Seriously, no man other than Mark would ever tell someone that they're a show stopper while the person in question is wearing a Sponge Bob shirt and basketball shorts right after taking a 3-hour nap.

Mark always finds something cute about the clothes I'm wearing, to the point where we joke about Mark secretly working for Gucci and scoping me out to be a new model. He always tells me to feel comfortable in my own skin but also not change my outfit because of how other people might react to looking at me in the outfit. So, it obviously made me stop and freeze when he blatantly admits to not wanting people to see me as "weird" or "crazy".

He's a sweet guy and I honestly think it's kind of sweet that he wants two things that can sometimes not both be done at the same time. It's nice to know that someone wants me to look great in the eyes of strangers and mutuals. You got to love him for that.

TIME SKIP

"So, what's the band?" I asked Mark while we drove to the concert place. "It's not a band just and artist" Mark corrected me. I nodded and then turned away from the car window to look at Mark while we talked. "Okay...who?" "Taylor Swift" Mark replied nonchalantly.

"Taylor?! How'd you get her tickets?!" I exclaimed, in complete disbelief. "I know a guy who works at the place she's performing at." "But your band has never performed at a giant A-list celebrity stage! How could you-?" "You think I don't know people outside of our little friend group? I'm hurt" Mark said with a smirk on his face.

TIME SKIP

We got to the concert to see thousands of people already waiting in line. "Damn. We've got a way to go" I said. "That's true, but anything for Taylor Swift" Mark said dramatically, lifting up his fist to the air. I laughed, "Oh goody."

TIME SKIP

Mark and I finally got into the crowded hall to see merch on our left, a snack bar in the corner along with a bar, and then the entrance to Taylor Swift next to it.

I squeezed Mark's hand. "Y/n! We should get matching jumpers!" Mark exclaimed. I smiled and nodded, "Yes! Good idea."

We waited in the painfully long line for the merchandise. We already knew which sweaters we wanted. "None of it was accidental" crewneck sweater. We pulled it over our shirts and laughed. I pulled out my phone and grabbed the side of Mark's new Taylor Swift sweater and pulled him to my side. We took a couple pictures and called it good.