Chapter 22// A Day off

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Mark's POV

(Y/n) finally got out of the hospital this morning. I didn't go to school today because today was all about my sweet (Y/n). I was watching her because both her mom and brother had to go back to work today. She was taking a nap on my bed, I stood by the door just looking at her and how peaceful she was and most importantly.....she was sleeping on my bed which was a plus. Well not in a sexual way of course.

She began to shift on my bed and started to wake up. Her eyes slowly opened, revealing her one of a kind (e/c) eyes. What made it more perfect than what it already was, was when she sat up on my bed, the sun perfectly hit the sides of her face, making her eyes more blindingly beautiful than it already was. I'll admit when I say that I was looking longer than I was suppose too.

"Well hello to you Edward Collins, how long have you seen me sleeping?" She said lightly laughing and smiling.

"Hm? Oh um well, I was um just here for a few minutes..." I awkwardly stated, blushing a bit. I walked over next to her and sat down, she didn't look at me yet, she was looking out the window, seeing the frost form around the edges. (Its like late January). She slipped her soft, gentle, warm hands onto my rough, stronger ones.

"Thank you Mark...." She said quietly, still looking at the window.
"For what, (Y/n)?" I asked, not sure what she was thanking me for. Even though I listened to Jack's advice about not blaming the accident all on me, a little part of me still feels guilty for making (Y/n) go through all of this.
"For being by my side, not giving up on me, for seeing potential in me, for being an awesome boyfriend, and an awesome best friend, and for showing me how live to the fullest again...." She said slowly turning her head to look at me. I can see her eyes were getting watery.

"Mark...you may not know this but....you really have made my life a million times more amazing than it ever would be without you...I can tell you blame yourself for what happened to me but don't...please don't....I would rather take a hundred more bullets than for you not to be apart of my life...." She genuinely smiled at me as a few tears slip out from her eyes.

"(Y/n)...-" I started to say but was cut off. "No Mark, I been feeling lately like I haven't been a great girlfriend to you and you deserve the best of the best....I mean you did alot for me....what have I done for you?..." She hung her head low, letting her tears hit the floor.

I hated the sight of seeing her this upset, so I tried to make her smile.
"Well for starters, you took a bullet for me, literally." I said looking at her and heard a bit of a laugh in her voice. "You make me happy, you make me feel complete. Life seems so much more brighter with you (Y/n). You made all my sorrows disappear. You are so special to me...please believe me when I say that you are my other half....I adore every single quirk about you. You truly are one of a kind (Y/n). Don't ever talk yourself down like that....and never say that you are a bad girlfriend because you are the best girlfriend I could ever hav-"

I was interrupted by (Y/n)'s lovely and soft lips kissing passionately on mine. We were in perfect sync, every move followed perfectly with the next. I felt like I can sink into this moment and never let go. Every time we kiss feels like it lasted a lifetime, we stopped after a couple of minutes passionately and longingly kissing eachother for some air.

We looked at eachother noticing the reds on our cheeks forming and the loving signals our eyes made as our lips turned a deep red shade.
"Uh um sorry for...interrupting you...uh force of habit..." She said looking straight onto my eyes as she was admiring something about them.

"I don't mind at all actually." I said with a sly smile which got (Y/n) to lightly hit me on the shoulder while giggling.

"Soooo are you hungry?" I asked, I had the whole entire day planned out, I wanted to show how much I truly loved her. And she totally deserved it too.

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