Hi, my name is Mark.

Prolog

"Hi, my name is Mark." He held his hand out to me, as I looked up from my book.

It was the first day of senior year, in home room we where given assigned seats. I'm sat in the middle one row next to the window. The kid next to me with the window view was Mark

"Uh Hi... I'm y/n" I say softly shaking Mark's hand. Easy name, I can remember that. I haven't seen him before. He isn't popular.. Nor am I. I guess we've managed to just avoid one another for 3 years.

"I see you in the library a lot." Mark says out of the blue. I look up from my book once more.
"Hmm? I.. Uh have never seen you there before." I say cautiously.
"Of course you don't you're always doing your work there. Too busy to notice me on the computers." He leans back in his chair. He was oddly charming."Sooo.. Watcha reading?" He points to my book.

I feel a bit ashamed but I'm reading Lolita. "L-lolita... And for the record I'm not always doing my work there.. Its just nice and quite and not too many loud and obnoxious people."
"Mhmm I understand. Lolita huh? light of my life, fire of my loins." He nods. "Isn't that a~"
"Book about a pedophile? Kinda yes." I cut off. He chews his cheek
"I was going to say, a bit too grown up. But that works too." He said leaning over his table to get a better look at my copy of the book.
"Not really.. In my opinion. Have you read it?"
"Skimmed through it.. My step mom asked me to read it. Just for the 'literature' you know." He chuckled
I smiled. He is quite charming.
"Wow! You have a dimple!" He pokes my cheek where the dimple is.
"Hey! What's was that for?" I cover my cheek.
"Haha. My brother has dimples, I've been envies." He shrugs. I roll my eyes.

***

The year was shorter than I'd wanted it to be. I loved that year. Mark and I became good friends. We'd sit together during lunch and talk about movies and video games. He'd tell me about some si-fi books. I'd read them and we talk about it. Some days I'd sit with friends, and Mark was nowhere to be found.

One day in the middle of winter Mark was at my family's home in Cincinnati, we were watching A horror movie a classic. 'Nightmare on elms street' we were huddled up close. Popcorn talking about how great the movie is and how the cinematography has advanced. At the time I was a pretty clueless 18-year-old. He was my best friend. He still is.

"Y/n?" He called out
"Yea?" I answered stuffing popcorn in my mouth with one hand. Mark took the other and intertwined my fingers with his.

I was shocked, I could feel my cheeks getting warmer. I have always liked Mark. His hugs always made me feel better, he'd cheer me up just with a smile. Some days he'd just come by and take me to get ice cream and we'd eat it in the car while listening to the radio. Life was never dull with Mark. I was just too clueless to see I was in love with my best friend.. And he in love with me.

He touched my cheek so I looked at him. His dark hair falling over his forehead. Chocolate brown eyes locked on mine. I bit my lip.

"Y/n... the light of my life."
My nerves got to me "don't you mean Lolita?" He chuckled
" no you silly. y/n ,You've become the light of my life... I've liked you from the moment I saw you in the library. You might not see it but some of the guys at school look at you.. And it makes me mad. Cause. I want to be the only one to look at you like that. The only one to look at you like that. Y/n~" I cut him off with my lips. His lips were soft and he tasted like popcorn. Not a surprise. I have no idea if I was a good kisser. But he was. So gentle and kind. "I love you, y/n." He spoke in a soft voice after breaking the kiss.
"I love you too." I buried my face in his chest. Nightmare on elms street was from then on our movie.

***

Apart from Mark being a big dork. He was a gentle man. My gentleman in fact. He was my first love, first kiss, first time... First. He still is.
***
But all good things come to an end. To some extent. How hard we try these things happen.. It was the end of the year, Mark and I graduated together. He decided to stay in Cincinnati and study Medical engineering, I wanted to be a writer. I went to college a few states over. They had a better English lit program.

We stayed in touch. We'd call, Facebook message. We were still best friends. I was still in love with him. One day Mark disappeared out of the blue. Before he disappeared he said his dad was sick. And he told me he might not make it. I told him I wanted to be there for him. His dad and stepmom as far as I knew liked me. One weekend when I called back home, mom said that Mr. Fischbach passed away. I had no clue! I tried to reach Mark but he didn't speak to me, the calls stopped. I tried to call and message weeks later but to no avail. He was just gone... One holiday break I went by their house only to hear from his step mom she hadn't seen him in weeks. I was heart broken but moved on with life, and then one day.. About two years passed. I was on youtube looking for music. And there he was. Mark.

His dorky face plastered on a thumbnail to a video. Pain stabbed my heart. But when i heard his laugh again it melted away. His voice was lower, huskier. It fit him. 1.000.000+ subs... Damn Mark.. I'm proud of you... I smiled. I looked on the calendar December.. Almost time to go home again.

Maybe... Just maybe... Mark would be home this year.

//this is my first Markipleir fic... I hope it's kinda alright.. Uh bye xøxø//