Our Love-Mark Thomas Fan Fiction

Chapter 8

EMMAS POV
After I went to the toilet, Mark and Jacob called me from downstairs. "Coming!" I replied, coming down the stairs. "Emma. Quick question." Mark said. "Yeah. Shoot." I said. "What's your surname? Mine's Thomas and Jacob's is Sartorius. What's yours?" Mark asked. "Dallas. Emma Dallas. Why?" I asked. "Do you know who Cameron is?" Jacob asked. "Cameron Dallas?" I asked. "Yeah." He replied. "Yeah. He's my brother." I told them. "Oh. He was saying he saw us with you yesterday. And he said you were his sister." Mark explained. "Yeah. He doesn't live with me anymore. He found his own place. I haven't seen him in like...3 years. I wish I could see him again." I said. "You probably will one day, Emma." Jacob told me. "Right. Where we off to then?" I asked the boys. "We could go to Starbucks and just get a drink. Wait. Are you hungry?" Mark asked me and Jacob. "Not that much. I don't really get hungry." I said. "Nah. I'm  good." Jacob said. "Okay. We'll go to Starbucks then." Mark said, opening the door. "Are we walking?" Jacob asked. "Yeah, it's only up there...around there." Mark told him. "Ugh. I hate walking. Why can't everyone have a driving license, at whatever age?" Jacob asked, rhetorically. I giggled. "Come on. It's not that far!" I said. "Oh, it is." Jacob said. I giggled and sighed. Mark was staring at me. I didn't know for how long but he was just staring at me. "Earth to Mark?" I said, giggling. "Yeah?" Mark replied, running his fingers through his dirty blond hair. "You were staring at her." Jacob explained. "No, I wasn't!" Mark exclaimed. "Okay, okay. Let's just get going." I said, settling them down and I started walking down the street.
STARBUCKS
We got to Starbucks and there wasn't a big queue like always. "Not a lot of people today." Mark stated. "I know." I agreed. "Right. What do you want?" Mark asked, as we went inside. "Caramel frappe, please. But I'm paying for my own." I said. "No, no. I'll pay for you." Mark said. "No. I'll pay. Mark!" I argued. "Emma. I will pay for you. Sit down." Mark said. "Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded. "Really sure?" I asked again. "Positive." Mark said, smiling. I smiled back.