Mark's POV
"Happiness... Isn't that the one thing we all are desperately searching for? For some, it comes easily but, for others.... not so much.
I am Mark Thomas, I will be strong."
I placed my orange, wooden pencil on the pillow next to me. I had been prescribed drugs to make me 'happy' but, how could any substance make me feel better about myself? I slowly logged on to Younow. It had been a while and I was sure that wouldn't be good for my reputation.
As the live button became red, my fake smile shown through. I quickly dialed up Karisma to see if she wanted to guest with me. She agreed so I hung up. "Hey guys!! I miss you!" My smile grew as the comments filled my brain.
"I miss you!"
"CUTIE"
.... "fag."
My eyebrows knitted together, how could people be so backwards? I told my audience I was going to guest with Karisma and the comments went wild with our ship names. The funniest part is, we never even dated. A frown overtook my face as I rethought that. Why hadn't we? Why have I been shying away all this time?
Her face began to appear on the other side of my screen, a beautiful one of course. My face flushed red as I realized I had to ask her out sooner or later. After all, I did love her.
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As the day progressed so did my thoughts about her I was desperate to finally have her securely by my side; I wanted her to be mine. The flowers in my hands rested softly against each other as the sweet aroma filled the air. I had ventured to her house, in hopes to have her in my arms. Certainly, this would make me happier than any prescription drug could.
Knock, Knock, Knock!
My feet felt glued to the cement porch as I waited for an answer. Finally, the noise of feet near the front door came to my listening ears. The noise of a creaking door filled my senses as I awaited my princess.
No, the woman who was standing antecedent to me was not my princess instead, there stood her mother a look of surprise across her face. A blush crawled across my face as I realized the beautiful roses in my hand. A nervous smile spread across my face, "H-Hi is Karisma home?"
With a quick nod, her mother called my princess from her tower. The noise of feet hitting the wooden stairs filled my booming ears and suddenly, there she was, my drug.
Her eyebrows knitted together and she voiced, "Mark?" In a half surprised, half confused tone. I waved and signaled her outside. Hoping for a decent answer.
"Hey, what's going on...?" Her voice asked confusedly.
"Um... Well, I've been thinking about it for a while and I was wondering if maybe, you'd like to... well... be my girlfriend?"
And just then, my whole life changed.
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