Something About Mark

Roommate Tim

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     Finally.. I thought, pulling up to my small house I share with a friend, Tim. He payed the most of our rent, as he had a better paying job than I. I was thoroughly in debt to him, as he had saved my sorry ass multiple times.

    I exited the car, locking it, even though the car doesn't lock well. I wonder if Tim's home.. I thought, walking up to the door and taking out my keys to unlock the front door. 

  "Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim?" I call out, opening the door and walking in, closing and locking the door behind me.

  "In the kitchen! And use your inside voice!" Tim called back. Darn... I was hoping he wasn't home, as he is strict. Very strict. Maybe because he was a police? I knew some policemen friends of Tim, they weren't strict at all. Why is Tim? I still didn't know.

  "I'm goin' to my room, Tim." I said to avoid more conversations. He's a friend of mine, yes, but that doesn't mean we are always talking. I had things to think about.

  Walking to my room, I opened the door, only to slam it in shut in front of me and head straight to the door. Fuck... How did he find out where I lived?! How did he even get past Tim and in MY room?! Confused? I am too. Mark Sparrow was in my room.

   "Tyler?" Tim asked, stepping in front of me, stopping me in my tracks as I collided into him. I looked up at him. Man, I hate being short... I thought, noticing  that not for the first time, that Tim was taller than me.

  "Uh... y-yeah?" I asked, silently cursing that I stuttered. Now he'll suspect something... Damn it!

  "Where you going in such a rush? I just made lunch." He said, holding out a sandwich for me. Now I can't leave.. It'll be rude to leave now.

  "Why is there a man in my room?" I asked in a hushed voice, so Mark won't be able to hear me. Unless he had the hearing of.. like... spiderman or something. I thought, and mentally slapped myself. Spiderman? Really Tyler? I mentally scolded myself.

  "Who, Mark? He was just delivering the paintings I ordered for your room. He volunteered to even hang them up! Your room looked boring, Tyler, so I decided to spice it up!" He said with a laugh. Why is he suddenly so happy? I thought to myself. Oh god, what if Mark heard Tim?! And knew my name?! Now he knows where I live! I thought in a panicked rush.

  "...Tyler? You okay? You look pale.. Are you sick? Is that why you came back early? Oh shoot, I should've known something was wrong when you came back early... It didn't even cross my mind!" He said, talking all to fast. 

  All this was too much for my brain to take in, all to quickly. All a sudden, I felt dizzy, I lost my balance and everything went black as I fell, only to be in somebody's arms. They weren't Tims' arms though...

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I really love this story and this is only the second chapter!!!!

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