Sweet Wipeout

Sweet Secrets

Tony's POV

I was squealing inside my head as he held my wrist! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I wish he was holding my hand, but oh well.

This day was starting off to be so fun! I had a chance to chill out with Mark without any distractions, until his other jerky friends came along. We were pretty lucky to live near the beach, or else, things would've gotten bad. I don't think they saw us, because if they did, they would've called Mark's name and followed us.

We arrived at his house. We weren't wearing any shoes, but our feet were covered in sand. His mom greeted us on the porch by telling us to dust off our feet. Once we cleaned them off by slapping our hands on them, she handed us some snacks and sent us off to Mark's room.

We went in his room and it was completely spotless and organized, thanks to his mom. He rolled his eyes at his clean room, put his surfboard in the corner, and sat on his bed.

I did the same and sat next to him. I accidentally placed my hand on top of his. Even though we were outside surfing most of the day, his hand was soft and warm. He looked down at my hand on top of his, gave a weird stare at my hand then at me. I quickly moved it out the way, blushed again and placed my hand on my knee. We sat in silence for a little while, hearing nothing but our breathing.

"What do you wanna do?" He asked, breaking the silence.

That's a good question, what should we do?

"Play video games?" I suggested.

He leaned back on his bed and looked at the ceiling, thinking about it.

"Like what?" He asked, still staring at the ceiling.

"COD Black Ops 3?"

He thought about it for a second before nodding his head. "Sure."

We set up the game, then once that was done, we started playing it in silence for a while. Of course, I sucked at this game while Mark zoomed through it with little to no problem. I pouted every time my character was shot, which was a hell of a lot.

Mark helped me get though the levels and I thanked him for it, but the whole time, he was playing with a straight face. It wasn't the neutral kind of straight face, but the straight face he makes when he was thinking about something. His eyes were narrow, eyebrows were low, and lips were shown no sign of a smile nor frown in them.

After an hour or so, we got bored and sat in silence again. The silence was driving me crazy! What has gotten into him? Why doesn't he wanna talk? I thought he likes to talk, in fact, we both do.

"You ok bro?" I asked in concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," He replied in a quiet and a tiny bit sad tone with the same face as before. I could tell he was lying a little.

I scooted closer to him and placed my hand over his again. He looked at it weirdly again, eyebrows knotted and all, but this time I ignored it and turned to him.

"You don't look like you're fine. I'm your best friend, you can tell me what's wrong." I reassured him.

He doesn't say anything for a while, as if he was thinking about how to say it correctly, then began with a sigh, "It's kind of sad how my friends don't like you, and I don't know why."

I sighed too. It was kind of sad how his friends don't get along with me, all because of a secret only his friends, my mom and I know about. It's even more sad because Mark doesn't know, and he's been my best friend since forever.

"Yeah, sorry about tha--"

"Do you have any idea why?" He interjected, making me jump a little.

"Y-yeah, I-I do know why." I said, stuttering and hesitating a little.