Something About Mark

Free from the Cellar

Hola~! I got bored and decided to skip to after Tyler gets out of the court thing mo bob. Yeah. English. Words.

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  With a sharp gasp, I shot out of bed. I had a sharp sting of pain in my chest where the 'bullet' struck me. An unknown feeling in my chest. That dream felt so surreal.... Standing, I looked around my small cellar. It seems to get smaller the longer I stay here. Boy am I glad they found me innocent. I get to leave today.

  I walked back to the 'bed' and attempted to make it look neater. Attempted. It still looks and smells like shit. I can't wait to go home to get in touch with my feminine side. Don't judge me! A boys gotta do what a boys gotta do!

  They also found out who did it. Marks friends. Mark was found innocent, too. He was the one who reported the crime. I guess I shouldn't of had yelled at him that one day... Now I'm gonna have to apologize to him now. Damn it!

  I walked to the bars of my cell, looking out. Where is that Tim bastard?

  "Well well, look who's awake," Ah. There he is. "I was wondering when you'd wake up." I looked at him, quietly watching him walk over in his police suit. "You leave today," He says, unlocking my cell. "and keeping an innocent person like you in here seems cruel." He smiled, letting me out.

  Finally being able to stretch. Finally free from the cellar. "Thanks." I shrug, pretending like being in that cold cellar didn't bug me. "Did you pay rent this month? I was busy being in jail to work." I ask sarcastically, looking at him.

  "....Rent?" He asks, looking at me questionably. Seeing my horror stricken face, he bursts into a crazed laugh. Little bitch.

  "Don't play with me man!!" I scold him, flicking his nose. "Fuck you." I scowled. I hate men sometimes. Wait.. I am a man!

  " Yes, I did pay rent." He smiled cockily. Ooooh. I haaaaate him.

  "You suck." I frown. He is really getting me agitated.

  "You suck more than me." He smirks. My face went bright red and my jaw drops. How dare he..

  "That is not appropriate you perv!" I holler, totally embarrassed. 

  The bastard only chuckled. That. Bastard. "Well I'm gonna head back to the apartment. And get cleaned up for tomorrow so I can finally go to," I paused, looking at him. "what?" No response. "What?!" Now he's getting me agitated. 

  "Welllllll..... Mark wanted to see you." He states, looking at another place in the room. He remembers last time we talked. I blew up in Marks face. 

  "Sure. Where the hell am I meeting that prick?" I ask, trying to act cool and uninterested. Heh heh...

  "McDonalds." He said simply. Grooooooosssss!!! Why McYuckles?! I will not eat anything there. ...Maybe their caramel frappe... Don't judge! 

  He noticed my disapproving stare, and he chuckled. "Go on and meet him, Cellar boy."

  "Oi! You can't call me that anymore! I'm not in the cellar anymore!" I scowl. He really gets under my skin. 

  "Then don't call me-" He starts, but I quickly slap him.

  "Mr. Policeman? Yeah. I can call you that. You're still a cop." I say with a grin, and walk to the front desk to get my stuff back and leave. I felt Tim's eyes burrowed on me, then I turned the corner. 

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559 words in all, minus A/N