I get home after a long night, and sit on my bed, and take off my shoes. for some reason I cant forget that guy I seen at the lake. I decide to call Jack. He picks up, and I ask him if he knew who that guy from the lake was. He hesitates, then tells me his name is Mark Peters. Jack quickly inturupts my happiness, and says "are you going after this guy? you know I love you, a lot, and it would brake my hearts". I reassure him, im just curious. then say good bye and hang up. I rush down the hall and down the stairs into my kitchen. I grab the yellow pages from a stack on the counter. As I go back to my room, and sit on my bed opening the yellow pages, my phone rings. The caller ID says "unkown number". I pick up and someone with a deep voice asks "is this Suzy, its Mark" the world paused. How did he know my number? how did he know my name? instead of asking myself this, I ask Mark. He laughs in embarrisment, then tells me that he asked his friends. *just like I did.* I though to myself.
We talked for hours, He told me that he was 17, 2 years older. He can drive, he lives on the path I seen him walking on and that he listens to country. We wouldn't hang up until the other fell asleep first. I couldn't fall asleep, I was thinking about how perfect he was, he was so genuine and kind. He feels so right, and I could talk to him for ever if I could. He kept telling me these ridiculous joke, that weren't even funny, but id laugh anyway. He told me he liked to hear me laugh. we kept talking, and it seemed like we couldn't stop, there was always something to talk about.
I woke with my Phone in my hand. So apperintly I fell asleep first. It was 2 pm, made sense being how late I was up talking to Mark last night. I had to tell someone, Jack wasn't an option, I couldn't do that to him. so I called McKayla.
