I'm In Love With My Step-Brother (Markson Fanfic)

Part 9

After that day, it took me a while to forgive Mark for not completely sucking me off (that bitch). Well, how could I stay mad at him? Mark is too cute to stay mad at.
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"Hey, let's go out, it's kinda stuffy in the house," I said to Mark, who was laying on the couch spread-eagle on his stomach.

"I can't today. I have somewhere to go," Mark replied, voice muffled by the pillows around his face.

"You do? Where?"

"Eh, just some place. I won't be back for a while though," Mark said while getting his lazy ass off the couch.

"Some place? Thank you for being so specific."

"Don't worry about it, it's not important," he finished, leaving a quick kiss on my cheek before walking upstairs to change.

My heart skipped a beat and I started to blush. Sure we've kissed before, but those small cute little actions always managed to make me flustered. Although he tried to assure me that wherever he was going wasn't important, I couldn't help but feel concerned. He's never held information from me before...is he hiding something? Is he drug dealing? Is he going to a hospital because he has some terminal disease? Oh god, WHAT IF HE HAS CANCER?! Okay, okay, wait. I shouldn't be getting so worked up over it. Maybe it really is something I shouldn't be worried about.

A few minutes later, Mark came back downstairs dressed a little nicer than usual. He was wearing a black  long-sleeved collared button-up dress shirt. He was wearing a diamond studded earrings and an expensive looking silver watch that I've never seen before. I was dressed REALLY well. I thought about asking why he looked like that, but I'm pretty sure he didn't want me asking anymore questions. I couldn't help but be worried about where Mark was going. It bothered me for some reason.

"You look good," was all I managed to say, hoping he would maybe give me a hint as to where he was headed off too.

"Thanks, but I already know I look good," Mark replied with a wink. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, whatever."

"Okay, well I'm gonna go now. I'll see you at...um...I'll just see you when I see you. Try to find something fun to do. Go masturbate or watch porn, that's a great time passer. Don't miss me too much."

"You won't be missed," I replied with the fakest smile ever. Mark pouted like a puppy and left the house like a sad little dog. It hurt my heart a little, but I know he was just joking.

I didn't move from the spot I was sitting in for the past two hours. With Mark gone, I didn't really know what to do. I could call up a friend, but it's been quite a few months since I've hung out with any of them. I guess it's worth a shot. The worst thing they could say is no, right?

I looked through my phone's contact list to search for the most eligible hangout friend. Hmm...Zico? Nah, he's probably too busy with his gang, which was called Block B for some dumb reason. Let's see...Eric Nam? No, I shouldn't. I think I bullied him a little too much in the past, always saying how much he sucked and why I was better than him. Alright, who else is there...OH. Bambam! My foreign Thai friend from school. We used to be really close, until he transferred schools when we were in high school. I hope this is still his number. I pressed call, and three rings later, someone answered the phone.

"Jackson???" the voice answered surprised.

"Hey, Bambam! How have you been?

"I've been doing good! It's been a long time since we've seen each other, or talked in general."

"Yeah, I know right! Hey, since it's been quite some time, do you wanna hang with me today? I have nothing to do, so I was just wondering if you might've wanted to go somewhere to catch up."