Mark groaned, he hated his doorbell, but didn't really know on how to disable it due to his lack of electricity skills. He really hoped that he would've paid attention to 4th or 5th grade. He got up, put his hand through his hand, put a gray shirt on, and went down stairs slowly.
He put his hand on the doorknob, opened it, and found Cesar being well.. Cesar. He was wearing a hoodie, which was rare as he often wore a suit or so. Formal attire, Mark often put it.
"Oh, hi Mark! I was wondering if you wanted to do something? I mean, it's at least 10 in the morning. So.." Cesar twiddled with his fingers, and looked down to his shoes.
"Wait it is? Jesus christ, whatever.. let me get some some actual pants on, and he can walk around town, alright?" Mark sighed, invited Cesar in, and headed upstairs. He sort of shut his bedroom door, found some baggy pants, shoved them on, and headed downstairs. Cesar was admiring some of his photos of him and Sarah, his younger sister.
"She's at school, she clearly got the better of me of cooking her own breakfast than me." Mark chuckled, and Cesar turned around.
"No, you can barley cook scrambled eggs! I over here, cook the best scrambled eggs."
"No you don't, yours are always burnt."
Cesar blushed, and set down the photo.
"You, on the other hand, cook some of the best pastry treats though. Not a single one of them I haven't relished." Mark smiled, as he opened the door to his house.
"Oh, that's nice to know. I don't know, takes me some time though, might be able to make a batch of chocolate chips after we're done with the walk. Maybe you wanna come over and help or somethin'." Cesar scratched the back of his neck, heading out the door.
"You know I hate your house, no way I'm coming over to your haunted piece of sh-"
"No swearing." Cesar interrupted, stopping Mark mid sentence to correct his mistake.
"Sorry, no way i'm coming over to your piece of crap house." Mark sighed, and looked over at Cesar. Cesar looked up, and looked at him like "Bro, what do you want?" kind of look. Mark looked down for a glance, and Cesar looked down also. Turns out, that Cesar had holding Mark hand slightly. Cesar immediately took it back, and looked down, red as a tomato.
"Wow, someone's in the mood for their mother." Mark smiled, still looking at Cesar.
"I am not!" Cesar looked away, crossed his arms, he was clearly still embarrassed from his little moment. Mark sort of would have thought that Cesar would continue holding his hand, like they always did as little kids. Mark frowned, he remembered his childhood years. Mainly the bad ones, but some good ones also. Like the time of when they made a snowman and Sarah came racing down the stairs and fell face flat.
"Well, do you maybe want some food later?" Cesar asked, he was still crossing his hands, but he seemed to have calmed down a little.
"Sure, we can stop at the corner store and buy some Jolly ranchers or something." Mark and Cesar both shared the same love for Jolly Ranchers, and the two would always joke around pretending to be vampires when a sharp piece got stuck on their canines. Cesar lit up as soon as Mark said that, and looked at him.
"Do I even need to say anything? OF COURSE I WANT SOME JOLLY RANCHERS!" Cesar smiled, and started running down the grass ridden sidewalk.
"Hey, wait up shortie!" Mark called out, as Cesar ran and turned corners and corners.
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"Hey, that's my red!" Cesar smiled once again, and swatted Marks hand away as he reached for the little crinkly part of the wrapped coming out of Cesar's grasp.
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"Another case? Again?"
Diversossmall story of a yandere cesar who is obsessed over mark, but not in a love kind of way, he just wants mark for his own. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ btw, this doesn't get updated as much as it used to, so please don't yell at me or anything to hurry up with chapters...
