Reckless Abandon [Tomark]

Dammit

Whoa, what the...? I slowly open my eyes, and my head is pounding. I'm lying in a bed, and I have no idea how I got here. I try to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washes over me.

As I look around, I see Mark Hoppus lying next to me, looking just as disheveled and confused as I am. Our eyes meet, and we both let out a shocked expression.

"What...what happened?" I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mark looks at me, equally bewildered. "I don't know, dude. I don't remember anything."

We both lie there, staring at each other in shock. and I can feel a sense of unease wash over me.

As I look around the room, I see our clothes scattered all over the floor. My pants, my shirt, Mark's pants, his shirt...they're all lying there, like we just ripped them off in a frenzy.

Mark and I lock eyes, and I can see the shock and confusion written all over his face. We both know what this means. We both know that we did something last night, something that we can't remember.

Mark and I sit there, frozen in shock, our minds racing with possibilities. We don't say a word, but I can sense the tension between us. We're both thinking the same thing: what have we done?

The silence is deafening, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I don't know how much more of this I can take.

"Oh, you son of a...! I can't believe you did that, Mark! I can't believe you took my virginity" I Say angrily

Mark's eyes widen in shock, and he tries to defend himself. "Dude, I didn't mean to! We were both drunk, and it just happened!"

"You took my virginity, Mark! You took something that was precious to me, something that I was saving for someone special eventually.!"

Mark looks guilty, and he should. He should be ashamed of himself.

"I'm sorry, Tom. I didn't mean to hurt you. It was a mistake, okay?"

But I'm not okay. I'm far from okay. I'm angry, I'm hurt, and I'm confused. I don't know what to do with these feelings.

I get out of bed, and I start pacing around the room. I need to get out of here, I need to get away from Mark and his stupid apologies.

"I need some time, Mark I don't know if I can even look at you right now."

Mark nods, looking defeated. "Okay, Tom. I understand"

I quickly grab my clothes and start getting dressed, trying to process everything that just happened. I'm still fuming with anger and hurt, and I just want to get out of there as fast as I can.

As I'm putting on my shoes, I glance over at Mark, who's still sitting on the bed, looking defeated. I don't say a word to him, I just give him a hard stare.

I grab my stuff and head for the door, not even looking back at Mark. I'm so done with him. I'm done with everything.

I slam the door behind me and take a deep breath, trying to calm down. I need to get out of here, I need to get away.

I start walking, not knowing where I'm going, but just knowing that I need to get away. I need to clear my head, I need to process everything that just happened.

I'm sitting on a bench at the park, trying to process everything that just happened. I'm still fuming with anger and hurt, and I don't know how to deal with it.

Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice behind me. "Tom, can we talk?"

I turn around, and it's Mark. He looks sheepish and remorseful, and I can tell he's trying to apologize again.

"What do you want, Mark?" I ask, my voice cold and detached.

"I just wanted to say sorry again," Mark says, taking a seat next to me on the bench. "I know what we did was wrong, and I'm really sorry. It was a mistake, and I shouldn't have fucked you"

I look at him, still angry, but also curious. "What do you mean?" I ask.

Mark takes a deep breath. "I mean, it was my first time too, Tom. I didn't mean to hurt you, and I didn't mean to It was just a stupid mistake, and I'm really sorry."

I'm taken aback by his admission. I didn't expect him to say that. I look at him, trying to read his face, trying to see if he's telling the truth.

"Why should I believe you, Mark?" I ask, my voice still cold.

Mark looks at me, his eyes pleading. "Because it's the truth, Tom. I swear it. And I know I've been a jerk to you in the past, but I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll do anything to make it right."

I look at Mark, his eyes still pleading with me to forgive him. I can see the sincerity in his face, and I can tell that he's really sorry for what he did.

You know what, Mark?" I say, my voice a little softer now. "I'm going to give you a chance. But this is your one and only chance to make it right. If you mess up again, that's it."

Mark's face lights up with hope. "Really, Tom? Thank you so much. I promise I'll make it up to you."

I nod, still a little wary, but willing to give him a chance. "Okay, Mark. Let's start fresh. But you need to prove to me that you're committed to changing your ways. No more bullying, You need to be a real friend to me."

Mark nods enthusiastically. "I will, Tom. I swear it. I'll be the bestest friend I can be to you"

"Okay, Mark," I say, smiling a little. "Let's start fresh. Let's see if we can actually be friends, without all the drama and the bullying."

Mark grins, relief written all over his face. "Thanks, Tom. I won't let you down again."

You know, Mark," I say, my voice a little softer now. "I have to admit something. From what I remember, I liked it. I liked the way you touched me, the way you kissed me. I liked the way it felt to be with you."

Mark's eyes light up with surprise, and then with hope. "Really, Tom?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nod, feeling a little vulnerable. "Yeah, really."

Mark nods, his face serious

as i drift to my thoughts i start

We were both drunk and it was a "stupid mistake".

..Right?