LA Devotee

Chapter 31

"You're such a dick!" Pandora yelled, dropping her bag as she walked into their place. "I didn't do anything wrong! You're the one who's getting all upset over it!" Mark yelled back, following behind her.

"So, it's my fault?" Pandora asked, turning to look at her angry boyfriend. "It kind of is!" Mark grunted, stopping in from of her. "Why can't you see that I didn't do anything wrong here? I was just messing around!"

"I told you that I didn't what to go into the pool, but you threw me in. You always go against what I say!" Pandora yelled, running up the stairs. "It's not that big of a deal, Pandora!" Mark yelled back, walking up after her.

"Just get out and let me take a shower." Pandora grumbled, pulling the cover up off of her body. "Fine. When you realize that this whole thing was stupid, you know where I'll be." Mark replied, walking downstairs. "Of course you'll be there!" Pandora yelled, the sound of Mark slamming the front door making its way to her ears.

As Pandora was stripping for the shower, she started to tear up at her thoughts. 'Maybe he doesn't even want to be with me anymore. Maybe that's why he's doing this.'

"Shut up and shower, you idiot." Pandora mumbled to herself, stepping into the steaming shower.

***

"I don't know what I did that was so bad, Sean. I was just messing around and having fun." Mark grunted as he paced around the room, his hand repeatedly running through his hair. "Sometimes people just get annoyed, Mark. It's not always the person they get annoyed with's fault." Sean replied from where he was sitting.

Mark sighed before mumbling. "Sometimes I wonder why we're even together."

"Whoa. Slow down there, man." Sean replied as he stood. "Don't let a little fight put these thoughts in your head."

"It's not just one fight, Sean!" Mark yelled, pacing around the room once again. "We always fight! It's always over stupid little things that piss us off! I'm so tired of all this shi-"
Mark was yelling, before being cut off by a loud voice.

"If you don't shut the fuck up and go home, I will murder you with a fire poker!" Sydney yelled from the top of the stairs, her hands holding her head. Mark instantly straightened up a little. "Sorry, Syd.." He said a little quieter.

"Go the fuck home and talk to Pandora. Talk. Do not yell." Sydney all but growled, her eyes traveling to her boyfriend who was hiding in a corner. "And you," Sydney started, "I asked you very politely to make sure not to make any noise louder than-"

"Thanks for the talk, bye guys! Good luck, Sean!" Mark yelled as he walked out of the front door.

As Mark was driving home, he started thinking. 'Maybe this is all my fault. Maybe this is all because of me. Am I really that bad?'

***

When Mark walked into the front door, Pandora was sitting on the couch, curled up in a blanket, with TFIOS playing on the TV. Tears streamed down her face as she cried. "It's not fair! Why did he have to die?!"

Mark slowly made his way over to Pandora, biting his lip as he got close. "Panda.." He murmured.

Pandora glanced up, wiping her eyes on her sweater sleeve. "Oh... Hi." She mumbled in response.

"I'm sorry about earlier. You were right, I was a dick. I shouldn't have thrown you in when I knew that you didn't want to get in. I'm sorry, Panda." He murmured, sitting down beside her.

"I'm sorry, too. It really wasn't that big of a deal, and I was getting worked up over a lost nothing.." Pandora trailed off. Mark wrapped his arms around Pandora and pulled her on to his lap.

"Do you want to watch Lilo and Stitch?" Mark asked, resting his chin on Pandora's shoulder. She nodded, turning off The Fault In Our Stars. "Yes, please."