Scars {Completed}

Chapter Four

After Ron had showed me his room, Liam had said his goodbyes and left for the airport.

I sit on 'my' bed and let my feet hand of the edge, as I examine the room for the third time.

I look at the dresser and see a full body mirror, and sigh as I remeber a sleepover a couple years back.

It was in High School, and my friend was having a sleepover at her place for me and Nataly.

She was bragging about how her boyfriend was 'oh so amazing'.  I was just sitting there listening and laughing along with her. That's when she got a call, and she broke down crying.

Her boyfriend had broken up with her over the phone.

"I don't wanna take a nap!" I hear Ron complain, breaking me out of the trance I was in.

"You have to, you know how you get if you don't!" Mark yells.

I guess if I'm the babysitter, I need to make sure they don't murder each other.

I hop off the bed, and make my way towards their voices.

"I wanna stay up!" Ron says, getting teary eyed.

"Ron-"

"Hey little guy." I cut off Mark, and smile, bending down next to Ron.

He sniffles and looks at me.

"Is your brother being mean?" I ask him, turning him around, so he was facing me.

He simply nods, his head hanging down.

"What is he making you do?" I ask him, looking him right in the eye.

"He's making... making me take... take a nap." He manages to say, between sobs.

"How about, you take the nap, and when you wake up, I'll take you out for ice cream?" I offer smiling.

He smiles back and jumps in excitement. "Really?" He asks in disbelief.

"Mmhmm." I nod.

He runs down the hallway, into his room, and shuts his door.

I stand up, and brush off my knees.

"How...?" Mark asks, slowly coming up behind me.

"Everyone loves ice cream." I simply shrug.

I turn and see him smiling to himself. He looks at me, and his smile enlarges.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing." I says, making his way to the couch.

I stalk my way back into my room, and shut my door.

I plop onto my bed, and take my phone out of my back pocket.

I speed dial Nataly, and wait for her to pick up.

"Hello?" She answers.

"Hey violinist."

"Ken! You okay?"

"Yah, I'm fine, how's the rehearsal going?"

"Good, Matt just asked me something though..." She trails off.

"What did he ask?" I ask my eyes widening, as a stand up.

"He asked if I'm busy on Sunday." She says quietly.

"Please tell me you said you are." I said, with slim hope.

"I gotta go, Matt and I have to practice our duo."

"Wait! What time is the show?"

"7:30 tonight, why?"

"No reason, good luck."

And with that, she hangs up.

I look at the time on my phone.

"2:17" I mumble.

I open my door and head into the living room.

Mark is laying on the couch, watching Criminal Minds.

"This show practically tells criminals how to do the best crimes." He says.

"And yet, you watch it." I joke, making my way to the smaller couch.

""Who knows, maybe I'm a criminal in the making." He sits up.

"Oh my gosh... then I better make sure Ron and I are safe during your criminal rampage." I smile.

"Yah, I could be pretty evil." He smiles. "So, you said, you draw?" He asks.

"Yah, partially."

"I'm a sophomore in college, not an idiot. I know what partially means." He laughs.

"I'm just not as good as I could be." I say quietly.

"Do you have any work with you?" He asks curiously.

"Uh... yah, a few papers in my bag. Why?"

"Mind if I see 'em?"

I get up, making my way into my room, and rummage through my backpack.

Pulling out a neon green folder, I turn around and see Mark in the door post.

Handing him the folder, I escort my way back into the living room.

"These are amazing!" He exclaims in awe.

"Thanks." I laugh, blushing at the compliment.

"Seriously! Like, would I have to pay you for a drawing?!" He asks plopping on the couch next to me.

 "You can't be serious!" I laugh.

 "I am! Hold on..." He digs into his pocket, and grabs his phone.

After a minute of scrolling, he shows me a picture.

It contained of a blonde, 2 other brunettes, and himself. They were all standing in front of a drum set.

"My band, we're still working on a name though."

I laugh,"I'd be honored to draw you guys." I bow down to him.

"You don't have to! Like no pressure!" He laughs nervously.

"Trust me, it's fine, I have nothing else to draw. When do you want it by?" I ask taking a good look at the picture.

"Next week? I don't really know." He says unsure.

As soon as I'm about to say something, we hear Ron waddle out of his room.

"Can I have ice cream now?" He asks, groggily rubbing his eyes.

"I'll start as soon as we get back from the ice cream shop." I laugh.