What Are We?

Chapter 4: A Visitor and Strange Dreams

A/n: sorry I put the cutting thing in...idk I can personally relate and write about the experience...wow I sound like an attention whore. Sorry.
I know there's really no one reading my story...but if someone out there is going through some bad stuff and need someone to talk to I'm always here for you guys. Don't forget that you are loved.
I'll let myself out.
Possible trigger warning.
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*Mark's POV*

Mark awoke with a start, falling out of his bed with an oof.
Quickly looking for what jolted him out a very nice dream that he was having (if you know what I mean B)) with someone, he didn't know who though. He couldn't see his face.

Wait.

His?

Mark shook himself from his thoughts quickly picking up the phone as it threatened to vibrate right off the table.

*yawn* "h-hello?" Mark answered, not fully awake.

"Hey Mawk! It's me, I just landed I was wondering if you could give me a drive to your house?"

Duh! How could he forget Yami??

"Oh of course shit sorry man I meant to set an alarm be there in a bit!"

Hanging up the phone he quickly grabbed his "so strong" shirt, not caring that he had his tiny box Tim flannel pants on.

~In the car~
Mark's thoughts ranged from excited to so nervous he thought he might have to pull over and puke.

'What if he sees my scars? I forgot to grab a jacket! Will he think I'm pathetic..'

Or more importantly...

'Will he think I'm too short??'

~airport~

Mark rushed past the people shooting him weird looks for still being dressed in his pjs.

He immediately spotted the Brit from across the terminal.
'Heuheu (ok this is totally how he laughs, admit it) this should be fun.'

Mark slowly snuck up behind his friend, knowing how jumpy he is.

With one quick and fluid motion Mark roughly grabbed his shoulders, causing the younger male to emit a high pitch squeal and whip around.

Mark blanched as he looked into the face of this old friend for the first time in real life.

*Yami's POV*

Getting off the plane Aaron drug himself into the waiting area, the phrase "no one will ever love you" still bouncing around in his head.

The young man held his head in his hands, 'what will Mark think of me? He'll probably think I'm weak, I mean look at me.'

All of the sudden two big hands seemed to appear from a fold in the universe and grabbed Yami on the shoulders.

Yami squealed like a 2 year old almost jumping out of his shoes and quickly turning around to catch who was being so rude.

The face that met his own shocked him.

This was his best friend. In person.
Yami was speechless as he looked at the beautiful brown eyes of his friend.

Snapping out of his daze and purposefully ignoring the fact he called Mark's eyes beautiful Aaron pulled Mark into a bone crushing hug, tears pricking his eyes.

"It's so good to finally meet you." The Brit said, his head resting in the crook of his raven haired friends neck. His breath catching in his throat.

"You too man, you too." Mark said as he pulled back from the hug.
Mark then placed his hands on Yami's shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes.

For some reason, with his friend in such close proximity, Aaron's face began to heat up.

"No matter what, I will always be here for you. Because you are important."

Yami quietly thanked him, telling himself that there's no way he deserved a friend like Mark.

With a goofy smile Mark stated, "cmon lets get you home."

Home. With Mark.

~in the car~

During the drive home from the airport Aaron decided to take his chance and observe Mark as the street lights illuminated his face.

Taking in his sharp features he glanced down at Mark's arms.
From where Yami was sitting in the passenger seat, he couldn't see much.

But what he did see, he had a good idea what they were. Small raised lines that crisscrossed his arms, some looking older than others, but thankfully none of them looking new.

Before Aaron could think much more of it the hum of the engine lulled him to sleep.

*Mark's POV*

Mark smiled to himself and glanced over at his friend, who had fallen asleep not so gracefully against the car window.

Keeping his attention on the road a small sound that escaped Yami's lips gave mark a start.

"Hnng..mm.."

Mark's eyes widened as his cheeks took on a deep red color.

'Just get home.' He strictly told himself, not allowing his mind to focus on the noises Aaron was making.

"M-Mark...please.."

That was too unmistakeable...but it couldn't have been. Yami doesn't like him that way...right..? (Enter cliché they don't know they are in love plot here)

Thinking about the fact that his good friend was dreaming about him in that way...cause some feelings to resurface.

The feelings that Mark had so successfully suppressed for years, that he forgot he had ever had them in the first place.

'Shit.'

Hey guys!! Sorry it took me soooo long I would make up an excuse about me being busy but I really wasn't I couldn't come up with ideas.
Well thanks for reading!! Let me know if I messed something up or if you don't like the story.
Update coming soon. ヽ(；▽；)ノlove you all