LA Devotee

Chapter 20

"Where the hell did you go?!" Mark yelled at her once she entered the door, "I waited up all night for you, Pandora!"

She just ignored him as she walked up the stairs. Mark didn't like that at all, seeing as how he was genuinely trying to have a conversation with her. "Don't fucking walk away when I'm trying to speak to you." He lowly growled at her as he grabbed her arm, pulling her into his grasp. "Let the hell go, Mark." She hissed.

"No."

"No?" She asked, appalled. "Nope. I'm not letting go, Pandora Rose." He started, "Never." He said as he pulled her into his chest, forcefully wrapping her arms around his torso, making her hug him. "This doesn't mean I'm not mad at you, Fischbach." She pulled away from the hug before stepping away from him and sitting on the black leather couch.

"I know." He muttered, "and I know you went to your brothers place.." He sighed. She looked at him strange, "I didn't follow you. I DM'ed him on Twitter, asking if he had saw you anywhere."

"Oh." She said, her eyes slightly widening. "And I know you made up with Michael too." He growled, "Why the hell would you do that? He fucking hurt you and now you're all 'besties' with him?"

"First, how the hell did you find that out? Second, yes I did. And does it really matter? It simply doesn't concern you. And third, he was my best friend before we started dating, Mark."

"Twitter. You both trended. All goddamn day." He grunted, "But that's fine." He started, "but you tell that little fucker this; if he tries one damn thing with you, he'll be six feet under."

"Yeah yeah, Mark." She replied. He rolled his eyes before walking up stairs, but slowly stopping at the top, "I mean it, babe." She sighed, her patience with Mark reaching her limit.

"Fine Mark. Whatever. I don't care." She grumbled, hoping for the older man to finally give up and go to his room. "Will you come cuddle me?" He asked from the top of the stairs, his voice sounding vulnerable.

Another sigh left her lips, "I guess, but this doesn't mean-"

"You're still not mad at me," he quoted, "I know." He smiled down at her as she made her way up the stairs. She walked into the room, him following. Mark slowly got under the covers, Pandora doing the same, but on the left side of the bed.

She flicked off the lamp that illuminates the room before she felt herself being pulled into Mark's grasp, "I love you, princess." He kissed the top of her head.

"I love you too, Mark." She mumbled back, "even though I'm still mad at you." A small laugh escaped his lips, "Sure you are."
***

"Sydney?" Sean asked, "We need to talk." Sydney sighed, looking toward him, "Yeah?" She whispered. "You know Pandora and I got into it, right?" He whispered, twiddling his thumbs. She nodding, "Uh yeah."

"Sydney, it's me or her." He stated, avoiding eye contact with her.

Sydneys eyes widened, "Wait, what?" She asked, shocked. "Sydney, it's me or Pandora." He said. "You're fucking making me choose between my boyfriend and best friend?" She solemnly asked, "that's outrageous, Sean!"

"Me or her, Sydney." He finished. She gnawed on her bottom lip, letting out a sigh, "You know it's obvious I'm choosing you, Sean." She started, "but I'm losing my best friend." She teared up. "I'm sorry, baby." He slyly smiled, not letting her see. She slowly leaned into his chest.

Her phone rang from the coffee, her phone showing a picture of her and her best friend. She eyes darted to the phone before ignoring it. It rang moments later once again, a text message appearing on the screen.

Pandora; hope everything is okay. Tried calling if you didn't notice, but went to voicemail. Call me back once you see this. We need to talk.. xx

Sydneys eyes scanned the message before placing the phone back onto the table.

"You're doing the right thing, Syd."

"But it doesn't feel like the right thing, Sean."