the misunderstood. (Tomark)

Chapter 3

(Still toms pov‼️)

i sat down next to mark to see what he was watching, it was kind of weird but i tried my best to fit in. He was apparently watching this show called operation r-nope he switched it.

"Dude, do you wanna go in my room so i can show you my bass or some shit?" Mark said as he could tell i was bored.
"Uh sure.. why not."

Mark got up from the couch and started to walk towards his room upstairs. I followed him into his room and sat down on his bed. There were these cool band posters.

"So did you bring your guitar?" mark said curiously.
"Uhh yeah i did.. Let me go get it."

I walked out the room and walked down stairs, i grabbed my guitar and headed back into marks room.

"Im back..!" i said trying to sound like someones mom.
"Jesus mother is that you..?!" mark said going along with the joke.
I sat back down on the bed.

Mark started playing his bass, he was really good. Mark wanted me to play my guitar so he could see how good i was.

"Mmm... Average." mark said
"Are you saying my guitar is bad or my playing is bad..?"
"Playing, duh." mark said jokingly

I started to pretend fight mark, except.. We both fell and i fell on top of him.
We both stayed there for a good 5 seconds, just staring into eachothers eyes..

"U-uh sorry.." i said while getting up slowly.

I got up and stayed standing there.

Mark got up and stayed where he stood up too.

"Uhm.." mark said nervously.
"What just happened.." i said trying to not feel akward.
"I don't..know."
"Uhm im just gonna go downstairs..."
"Okay.. Cya tom."

(SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTERS)