BLACK6IX ZODIAC 2

The confession - Mark

A/N: This week, you might get involved in a pleasant adventure.

The week begins on Monday, May 27, with the moon in Capricorn squaring the North Node and South Node. You have a decision to make. A group of friends might want you to join them, while you want to go in a different direction and do something just for you. This might come down to what you do less often. Today, consider doing what others don't expect.

On Thursday, May 30, Mercury in Taurus sextiles Saturn in Pisces and your house of dwellings. Sagittarius, you might be putting the house in order by removing clutter and getting things organized. Today, you could find solutions where none seemed to exist before. You might find a better way to store clothing, prepare meals, or clean the house. Now you feel like you can solve any problem.

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Her eyes looked across in the direction where the ball that hit the top of her head came from, glaring at the boy who held his hands up innocently, rushing towards her straight away.

"I'm so sorry," they told her, picking their ball back up that was just beside her feet. "I wasn't looking where I was kicking, are you alright? Can I get you anything to take the pain away?"

Her head shook as you kept your hand pressed to the side of her head. "Maybe just be more careful next time," she suggested back to him, feeling the sting of the ball in her cheek. "How do you not even know how to kick a ball in the right direction?"

"I blame the wind," he joked, pointing up, although there was no breeze at all. "At least if I try and blame the wind it makes it look like I'm not just a rubbish footballer," he laughed, somehow managing to bring a smile to her face too as he spoke.

Silence soon descended upon the two of them, with neither of them quite knowing what to say to bring the conversation to a close. She didn't know where to go, and the guy didn't want to just run off too, not after he was the one who had ended up hurting her.

"Why don't you come and play with us?" He offered, pointing to a few of his friends who were just behind him. "If you want to laugh at my footballing skills, why don't you come over and show us how it's done? That's unless you're too scared to be beaten by me?"

A laugh came from her as Mark reminded her once again of their first meeting several years ago as she sat themselves down not too far away from where the old football pitch used to be. Her story of first meeting always left her embarrassed, but not as humiliated as Mark was to have still managed to hit her in the side of her face.

"I'm pretty sure sometimes I can still feel the ball hitting the side of my face," she laughed, nudging against Mark's arm, "I don't know what you were thinking back then, you've been rubbish at football no matter how many times the boys and I have shown you what to do."

"It's not my fault that you were just in the wrong place and the wrong time to get booted by me."

Neither of them could still quite believe that the incident had led to the two of them becoming the closest of friends a few years later, often heading back down to the park to reminisce.

It was something that they never let drop either, every single time she approached the football pitch, she always liked to guilt Mark over what he had done to her.

"You know, I'm very glad that I got to kick you in the face for one reason on that day," Mark suddenly told you, bringing your eyes across to stare at him in surprise.

His smile immediately grew at the look of slight offense that was on her face. Unlike Mark, she failed to see a pro of being smacked in the face by a football, especially when the one behind it ended up being her best friend too.

"If I hadn't have kicked you, we would have never met," Mark told her, "I'd be without my favourite person in the world if I hadn't had miskicked the ball."

"Favourite person in the world?" She asked him.

"Obviously," he sniggered as if you shouldn't even need to doubt the role that you had in Mark's life. "I mean you're the person that I rely on, you're always the person that I turn to for anything because I can always rely on you."

"Where's this suddenly come from?" She asked Mark in confusion, "you're never normally this nice to me, I think our first meeting proves that too."

Mark's head shook as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, bringing her into his side. It wasn't something that he found himself sharing with them too often, opening up toher usually left Mark feeling red faced, anxious always over how she would react to him.

"I'm just saying, you mean a lot to me," Mark smiled, feeling your eyes stare across at him. "I really don't think that I could be me without you, you do so much more for me than you ever realise that you do Mina."

"What's going on with you?" She asked Mark, beginning to worry as to why he was being so nice to you. "Have you brought me here to tell me something? That you don't want to be my friend?"

His head couldn't shake any quicker in reply to her, "I've not come to tell you that I don't want you to be my friend, in fact, I've brought you back here to where it all began for the complete opposite."

"What's the complete opposite?" She asked, full of intrigue as Mark looked away from her and let go of a deep breath to try and compose himself for a moment.

"The complete opposite is me bringing you here to tell you how much I like you Mina," Mark informed you, "how I want for the two of us to be more than just best friends."

"W-what?" She stuttered, looking across at Mark in surprise as he shyly looked across at you. "Are you for real?" She added, staring at him in disbelief.

Mark's head nodded in reply to your question, not quite knowing what to do. Her reaction was full of surprise, but as for how she felt for Mark, it didn't tell him a thing, leaving him to fret that perhaps he had done the wrong thing.

"If you don't like me, then that's alright," he assured her, "but I just wanted to tell you how I feel, because I'm really struggling to keep it bottled up from you these days."

"I can't believe you fancy the girl that you kicked in the face," you teased, nudging Mark's side. "I can't believe that I fancy the guy that kicked me in the face too."

"Wait, you like me too? You're not just saying that, are you?"

Her head shook back across to Mark straight away, "as irritating of a best friend as you are, I also couldn't imagine life without you."

"Me too, you're the one person that I always want around."

The two of them relied on each other, much more than you wanted to admit that she did. Whilst she couldn't smile as much without Mark, Mark knew that his career would never be as good as it was if it wasn't for her support.

"Who would've thought all those years ago that this is how we'd end up?"

"I hated you that day," you laughed, "I never thought in the end that I'd like you."

Mark's grip around her tightened as he pulled her closer into his side, pressing a kiss against the top of his head. Secretly, he knew as soon as he saw her on that day that she made his heart race, although the timing definitely wasn't right at that moment to tell her that.

"This must be the stupidest story ever for how two people get together."

"Why?" Mark chuckled back across to her, "doesn't it feel like one of those cliché stories that you see in the movies? Guy messes up and ends up getting the girl."

Her hand pushed against his frame once again, "how about guy wears girl down as his best friend before confessing?"

"I bet you were obsessed with me deep down from day one."

"Keep on dreaming Lee, keep on dreaming."

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A/N: Dude! Just l;et him kiss you! God, girls always want the boys to make a move, but now whenever they do, they get all coldhearted and stuff.

Anyway, see you next time!!!!

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