Family Friend

Chapter 15

-Next Day/1 Day Left-

-1st POV-

"Marcey," softly being shook, I groaned tiredly, looking to see Mark there with a nervous smile. "Sorry to wake you up, but my sister wanted to talk to you since she didn't get to yesterday."

"Oh, yeah," I nodded, slowly waking up. Standing up, I tiredly rubbed my eyes and pulled the sleeves of Marks hoodie over my fingers.

"Uh... Marce... Where are your-"

"Get out," I stated, wide awake, and pushing Mark out of the room while he laughed.

"What, I slept in here last night," Mark smirked, shoving his heel hard into the carpet. "Just hurry please, she really would like to talk to you."

"Wait, when'd you-" stopping myself, I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Okay, okay, let me get me some sweatpants." Quickly pulling on my black sweatpants, and slipping my glasses on, I ignored the fact Mark had already seen me pants less to avoid awkwardness, and walked around him.

"Are you mad?" Giving no response, he caught up to me, bending over to look at my face. "I'm sorry, but it was too cute, and you looked really tired."

"Still should've woken me up," I pouted, arms crossed as I walked downstairs. "Where's your sister?"

"In the spare room," He responded, motioning to the closed door in the living room. "I'm making food for Leila and Kylie, the guys and Ren are outback doing something."

"Okay, thanks," smiling, I walked into the room, shutting the door behind me. "Hello? You wanted to speak with me?"

"Yeah," Marks sister smiled. "Just some questions."

"Oh no... Interrogation," I tensed, speaking unconsciously. "Ready, aim, fire away." Mumbling Imagine Dragons, she looked at me with wide eyes before bursting into laughter.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I wasn't expecting Imagine Dragons. Okay, okay, back to my questions. You do know his job, right? I'm guessing so, but more like his popularity?"

"I... Yes, I know he's a rapper in GOT7, I know they're extremely popular, and that it'd be practically impossible to be an actual couple if I can't become a trainee," sighing, I began fiddling with my thumbs. "Doesn't change anything, at all."

"If you do become a trainee, and make it, you know about saesang fans right?" I was guessing my confusion showed quite obviously as she took a breath. "Saesang fans, you could call, overly obssessed, some call them stalkers. They'll follow idols everywhere."

"Fans still do that," I sighed, shaking my head softly. "Well, that will definitely be a pain, but I can hopefully deal with it."

"Your.... age gap?" She hesitantely questioned.

"5... years?" I questioned. "If Mark is 23, and I just turned 18, then yeah, 5 years. I'm sorry if that's a problem, I know others don't like there being an age gap, and I'm not sure how you feel about it."

"Depends, what is age in relationships?" She asked.

"To me, it's just a number," I shrugged. "I mean, sometimes, I guess it could be awkward if one of 60, and the others maybe 30, but hey if you believe you love that person, go for you it."

"You know what," she began, smiling brightly. "I like you, a lot actually. I trust you, however, any bad habits?"

Tensing, I unintentionally pulled the sleeves down once again. With my head down, I could only hope this didn't change her outlook on me. "I uh... I occasionally smoke..."