Accidental love

Last day

"I'm going to miss you so much Bree!" My best friend Kaitlin said hugging me. I just told her we were moving, today's my last day..
"I know but we will FaceTime everyday, I promise. My mom upgraded our data so we can FaceTime on the plane." I said after we seperated. "When are you going to the airport?" She asked looking down at her Converse. "Um 2:00pm" I said, looking at my phone. She kicked the grass lightly, we are in my front yard. "What time is it now?" She asked looking up. "It's 1:50.." I said looking down. "Hey, we won't be that far apart. I'll come visit," She said lifting my chin up. "And you can tell everyone you lived In the big apple." I rolled my eyes. We don't live In New York City Kaitlin," I said laughing a little bit. "But.. Do you know who lives in Pennsylvania?" She asked her eyes brightening up. "Who?" I asked. "MARK!" She almost screamed. "Yeah but I'll never meet him." I said looking at my phone, ever since I saw that duet I've fallen in love with him, I've never missed a broadcast if his or a musically or Instagram post, tweet anything. He's so caring and he notices his supporters, just not me. "You'll meet him someday." She said. "Hey Bree, we're leaving sweetie." My mom said opening the front door. Great, those are the words I didn't want to hear. "Ok mom." I said to her, " I will miss you Kaitlin and I'll text you when we get on the plane ok?" I said pulling her in for one last hug. "Okay, talk to you then I love you." "I love you too."
Ok so now we are transitioning to after the flight when they are in the airport about to go to their new house
I'm standing outside the girls bathroom waiting for my mom and a person runs into me. "I'm sorry." I look up and it's Mark! Oh my gosh, I was so shocked I didn't realize I dropped all my stuff. "Here, let me help you." He says getting on his hands and knees helping me with my stuff. "Damn your gorgeous, did i say that out loud?" He said looking at the floor. I looked like a mess today, my wavy brown hair was In a messy high ponytail the only makeup I had on was mascara and a white eyeshadow that really highlights my green eyes. And I'm  wearing a sweatshirt and leggings. "Um yeah but it's fine and thanks, no boy has ever said that To me before.." Did I say that out loud? "Really? Your really pretty how could somebody not?" He says smiling. I love his smile. "Wanna talk more? We could sit down?" I said pointing to a nearby bench. "Sure." He said offering his hand to help me up, I took it and he didn't let go after that. We walked over to the bench and day down. He let go of my hand and we started talking about me mostly. "I have to tell you something Mark," I say looking down. "Okay, anything." He says giving me his undivided attention. "I've.. Umm.. Well I've known you for a while now.. And... I'm a supporter of you and I love you more than anything." I finally told him, but I had more to say. " please Mark don't just look at me like another supporter, I want to be there for you when you need Someone. I want to be your friend please." I almost started crying, I a tear escaped my eye and he wipes it away with his thumb. "Bree.." He started but um I interuppted, "I'm so stupid oh my gosh I'm sorry I'm wasting your time, I should go now." I said then started crying, I tried to get up but Mark grabbed my arm. "Bree it's ok, here let me give you my number and we can talk whenever you want, or need to talk to somebody but I have to go." He said then we exchanged numbers and he went on his way. I waked into the women's bathroom and cleaned up, after I was done my mom walked out of the stall. "Oh hi honey." She said washing her hands. "Hey I'll be outside ok?" I said walking out "okay." I heard my mom say.
BACKSTORY TIME!
okay so Bree had some trouble/depression after she was told they were moving because she only had one friend (Kaitlin) and she didn't want to lose that so she started getting depressed. But Mark saved her and he made her happy, all the time she would look forward to his late night broadcasts. That's why she was so emotional.