Change (ToMark Fic)

Chapter 3

-xXx- Three Days Later -xXx-

I knock on Mark's front door on Saturday morning, and he answers a couple of seconds later with a tired, but bright smile on his face, his hair in a bed-head style, and still wears baggy checkered pajama pants with a baggy plain grey shirt.

"Did I wake you?" I ask with a giggle.

"Kind of, but oh well. I needed to get up anyways. So what's up?" He asks as he opens the door wider for me to come in.

"Just got bored sitting at home." I say.

"Ah, okay, nice hat by the way." He flicks my orange fitted hat with a smirk.

I chuckle. "Thanks." I say as I fix my hat a bit. "So, where is the rest of the guys at?"

"Billy, and Benji is on their usual "Saturday Date Day", and Joel, and Paul is sleeping probably, and Travis is riding his bike some where." He tells me as he pours two cups full of coffee. "On Saturdays the group doesn't hang out usually, but on Sundays and the rest of the days we do. What do you usually do on this day?"

I hum, thinking. "Well anything that doesn't bore me actually," I chuckle. "But I do like to help out my big and little sisters around the house and such."

"How old are they?"

"Kari is twenty two, and June is three." I smile. "You need to meet June-Bug, she's so adorable."

"June-bug?" He asks.

I nod. "Her name is June, and when she's outside, she sits on the dirty ground, starts playing with bugs. Unless it's wasps, bumble bees, or spiders, she's scared of those, but anything else, she just picks them up and carries them around with her." I tell him. "Don't get me started on worms, their her favorite."

Mark chuckles. "You are right, she does sounds very adorable."

I nod. "You want to come over today?" I ask.

"Oh no, I don't want to disrupt anything with my presence."

"You won't, I swear." I give him a sure smile.

"You sure?" He asks. "It happens all the time, I just don't want your family hating me or something."

"They won't Mark! It's just my mother and little sister there, my big sister doesn't live with us anymore."

He nods. "Okay, well let me get dressed first. And you, finish your coffee." He smiles at me before running up the stairs.

I sit down at the table, sipping my warm, sweet coffee out of a cup with snowflakes on it. A couple of minutes of sipping my coffee, Mark walks down the stairs, looking unbelievably more handsome (I never thought it'll be possible, but apparently it is), that it causes me to almost droll the coffee out of the corner of my mouth. I hurry and swallow, and try to look away, but I can't.

A tight white shirt hugs his torso very neatly, and nicely. Pants that are a little baggy, but still hugs his legs making them seem thinner. His hair neatly brushed but still has beautiful curls hanging down, touching his shoulders slightly.

"How do I look? Ready to impress?" He asks me, wiping his shirt to get any wrinkles out.

So many things pops in my head on what to say, but I quickly stop the sweet ones, and go for more of a "buddy" one.

"You look cool, definitely ready to impress." I smile.

"Thanks, you ready to go?" He asks, putting his coffee cup in the microwave. I nod, chugging the rest of my coffee before handing him it to put in the sink.