The Screen That Separates Us (Markipkier x Tabathie)

Chapter 10

As I threw on a LOZ shirt, black high waisted pants (with an Ouran High School Host Club Belt! <- Yessees!), my custom made converse with butterflies on them, and a black beanie, I got another text.

I ruffled my hair, and fitted the beanie to be stylish and picked up my phone. It was a text from Mark.

M: Hey, could we perhaps record tonight at around 3:00 for me... What would that be for you? 6:00?

It would be six for me. It sounds perfectly fine. As long as you don't mind me trying to eat chicken noodle soup.

M: That's fine by me.

I chuckle and place my phone on the charge, and head out, grabbing my purse with me.

I never learned to drive, never found the need to, seeing as I'm always living near some type of grocery store.

I pull my bike out of the rack and get on it. I ride my bike to the grocery store, quickly go inside to pick up some canned chicken soup, not my favorite, but better then nothing, and go to check out. Afterwards, I put my soup in my purse, and my purse in my little basket in front of my bike.

As I pull away from the grocery store and make my way back home, I see someone on the side if the road. I swerve towards them, and stop my bike, jumping out from the seat.

"Hey, are you hurt?" I ask, seeing a bit of blood on the ground beside them.

The person didn't answer, so I shook them. "Hey!"

At that the person sprung up and looked at me. The person was female and she looked disgusting.

I smiled a bit at her and stood, pulling a can of soup out of my purse. I handed it to her, along with my portable can opener (don't ask.) and then got back on my bike, leaving.

I pulled my bike back into the rack and pulled my stuff together, and start walking up the stairs. I got to my door, unlocked it, and was greeted by the sound of a phone call. I placed my stuff down with a heavy sigh, and make my way upstairs.

I get there, answer the phone, not bothering to look at the contact. "Hello?" I ask, rubbing my face.

"Hi!" A cheery voice which I identify as Mark's says.

"What?" I ask with a small smile.

"No need to sound so repulsed to hear me." I could detect the playful sadness in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah. But no really, what's up?" I pull my phone off the charge and make my way back downstairs.

"Ummmm. I dunno. I just wanted to hear your voice. And you weren't answering my texts, and I was worried."

"Mark we technically just met yesterday, you're already worried when I don't respond to your texts?" I ask, laughing a bit.

"Yes..." He says sheepishly.

"Awright. That's quite adorable, you know, and it makes me feel worthwhile." I say pulling out some soup cans.

"Shut up." He says, his face most likely red.

I put my phone down and put it on speaker, rummaging around to find my can opener. "Never."

"God damn it." There was silence on his end for a minute. "What are you doing?"

"Heating up canned soup." I say, and pull out the cab opener. "Ahah! There you are you asshat."

"W-What?"

"Nothing."

"Okay."

I open the can of soup, put in it a pot, place the pot on the stove, and turned on the stove. "Annnnd now I wait."