Broken (Edited edition)

Lazy Day

I wake up, and the sun is blinding me from outside the window. I feel Mark's arm around my waist, his breathing is steady and slow. His arms are very tightly wrapped around me, as if he believes I'll escape if he doesn't. I move my arm on top of his, and feel it's warmth go up mine. The light outside floods into the room, and I have to squint. Mark and I are covered in blankets, because it was really cold last night. The cold is still here, and I'm freezing. I move so I'm facing Mark's chest now, and I put my arms around his waist. He moves a little bit, but doesn't wake up. I shut my eyes once more, and fall asleep for the second time.

I wake up to Mark trying to move his arm out from underneath me. I look up at him, and he has his tongue sticking out for concentration. He looks at me for a moment, then gives me a smile." Hi, I'm just trying to get my arm out from under you." He says, and I sit up. He rubs the muscles on his arms a little bit, and looks at me." You want some breakfast?" He asks, and sits up on one arm." Sure." I say, and jump out of bed. Mark gets out of bed, and follows me down the stairs. He pulls out some pans, then starts making the batter. He sits me on top of the counter, because I can't see over it. I sit there mixing the batter as he turns on the stove." Don't burn yourself." I say as I continue mixing." I think I know not to burn myself, I've only burned myself once. When I was trying to cook chicken wings, and it hurt like a bitch." His says, and puts a pan on the stove. He slices a piece of butter, then swishes it around the pan.

"Is that batter ready?" He asks as if he's a surgeon." Yes Dr. Fischbach." I say, and he smiles. I hand him the bowl, and he gets a ladle out from one of the drawers. He pours a small circle of batter in the pan, and it starts to sizzle. I smile a little bit, and Mark gets a spatula out." So, you doing anything special tonight?" I ask him, he just shrugs." I'm inviting Danny over, because I kind of need him to look after you for an hour." He says, and I look over at him." What for? You have to go to the CPSA building again?" I ask. He shakes his head, and flips the pancake." I'm talking to Daniel and Ryan for some new skits. Danny wants to hang out with you, and you guys can watch movies and such. I don't want you leaving the house today, I just want you to relax."

"Okay, no leaving the house and relaxing. That sounds...." I stop, and look down at my hands." What's the matter?" He asks, and moves over to me after putting the pancake on a plate." What...would you call that?" I ask, so confused right now. I don't know what that would be called. Fun? No that doesn't sound right. Mark just looks at me with confusion and worry." You looking for the word fun, calming? Awesome?" He asks, and I shake my head." Would fun...be that word? I don't think I've ever used that word before. I've never hear it used many times. Only when you or the Grumps use it I guess." I say, and Mark is just staring at me in shock.

"It still shocks me that you've never known Fun or happiness." He says, and I look down." I guess I just still haven't gotten use to this." I say, and he rubs my arm." It's okay, I understand." He says, and goes back to the stove." Can we visit your Mom sometime?" I ask, and he looks over at me." Why do you want to meet my Mom?" He asks, and I shrug." I guess....it would be nice to meet my new Grandma." I say, swinging me legs a little bit." Grandma? God, that sounds so weird to talk about my mom like that." He says, pours more batter into the pan." You promise you won't be long today?" I ask him, and he smiles a little bit." I promise." He says, and flips the pancake.

He makes six pancakes for the two of us, and I take two. He asks if I want syrup, and I say no. He then keeps threatening to drip some on my pancakes." Don't, I don't like syrup." I say, and move my plate away from him. I bite into a pancake, and Mark turns on the TV." How can you not like syrup?" He asks. I shrug, and take another bite." It's too sweet to me, it's like drinking just plain sugar water." I tell him, and he tilts his head up a bit." You don't like sweet things?"