chapter 5

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*Quick A/N*

oKAY AFTER WEEKS (OR HOWEVER LONG) OF PROCRASTINATION, READING FANFIC, AND EATING... I THINK I'M READY TO WRITE SOMETHING... DECENT-ISH.. OKAY. LET'S. DO. THIS.

*Mark's POV

I leaned back in my chair and stretched. I had just finished about three hours worth of recording and was quite satisfied. I stood up and glanced at my Skype, pondering if I should call Y/N, but decided not to. I lazily walked out the door and stretched again. I walked down the hall, taking my time and letting my mind wander when I realized I had travelled into the kitchen. I heard a faint, and quite demanding, growl from my stomach. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. You're hungry. Jesus, you're bossier than me." I sighed as I swung open the fridge door, looking for something to snack on.

*A week and six days later..

*Your POV

I stood up and trotted over to the couch, and plopped down next to Kaitlynn. She looked at me, sadly. After a few moments she muttered something almost inaudible.

"So... you're leaving tomorrow..."

Reality hit me.. The time had flown by so fast. "A-already?" I gasped. She nodded slowly. "I need to say goodbye to Mark!" I said as I scrambled to throw on a stray hoodie. I adjusted it. I didn't know why I was in such a rush. Maybe I just wanted an excuse to see the man.

Maybe I had stronger feelings than I thought.

*Mark's POV

I heard a knock on the door and I stood up. It sounded again and I opened the door to be greeted by Y/N. She rushed to hug me as soon as I opened the door. I returned the embrace, confused, but I wasn't complaining. "What's the rush?" I chuckled. She lost her bright smile and she frowned. "Im.. um.... leaving...."

"Tomorrow.."

"T-tommorrow?" I questioned. She nodded. I pulled her in for another hug. "Well then, I guess we'll have to make these last few hours the best few hours of your life."

372 words....

Is that good enough??

nO?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?

ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINEEEDD?!!

I feel like this was really sloppy... and short I'm sorry... nnngh halp

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