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4. ~ sarcastic boys and being smitten♡

marks POV. ;optimistic:

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green bean is honestly such a little compliment slut.

the deep red blush and flustered attitude that comes whenever someone compliments him completely gives it away, and i honestly think it's making me like him even more.

i could whisper sweet things in his ear all day, and i'd never get tired of seeing the rosy hue spread across his cute little face, and i'd never get sick of hearing his nervous stutter and giggles.

as i was literally daydreaming about him, i had an idea.

'why not bother the hell out of him right now to get a start on our project?'

and so, i picked up my phone and called him.

he had given me his number (very reluctantly, may i add.) the week before, grumbling about how this most certainly does not mean we're friends in any sort of way.

and he's right, we won't be friends. we'll be boyfriends.

stop laughing.

i held the phone up to my ear, and i already felt a grin slowly forming on my face. i silently thanked mrs. schuyler internally for the existence of this project.

it wasn't too long until i heard a frustrated voice pick up on the other line.

"what do you want?"

i laugh. "wow! i didn't even say anything and you're already pissed off, great start."

he huffed, and i could already imagine him rolling his eyes.

i continue. "we need to get a good start on this whole project thing, babe. we don't want to fail or anything."

"mark, we have an entire month. it can wait." he replied, his tone sharp.

"well, time flies. before you know it, it'll be the day before the presentation and we won't have it done. imagine it, poor green bean and marker boy not even close to being finished, regretting their choice of not listening to marker the month beforehand."

he paused. "did you seriously call yourself marker?"

"i just gave you a very tragic look into the future and that's what you're concerned about?"

he snorted. "yeah, like that 'tragic look into my future' is actually going to happen."

"it is!" i argue. "we've already spent a week literally doing nothing, we should get a good start now."

he sighed. "i feel like no matter what my counterargument is, i won't be winning in this conversation."

"you're right about that. so- how about we meet up today and get the general idea down. coffee shop? you work at that cute place-!"

he cut me off. "wait, today? you just randomly call me, rambling on and on before saying you want to meet up the same day without any actual plans made in the past? no, that's not gonna-"

"don't interrupt me."

he makes a slightly strangled noise, stopping in the middle of his angry mini rant. i can literally imagine his eyes widening, and mouth hanging open.

"ah- sorry." he says quietly.

the strict tactic has always been good to me. "wonderful. so, how about today, we can meet up at the coffee shop you work at?"

a long groan resonated from the other end of the line in reply.

i smiled cheekily. "that was hot, do it again."

"mark!"

i laughed. "i'll meet you there in an hour, okay?"

there was a moment of silence before he replied defeatedly.

"okay. see you soon." and just like that, he'd hung up. i slipped my phone back in my pocket, unable to shake away the happy, jittery feeling i had.

•-•

"so- can you draw well? because i'm absolute shit." i asked, taking a sip of my hot drink.

we've been in the shop for about half an hour, mapping out how the project was going to go and what it was going to look like. we both agreed on notecards and a large poster board.

green bean shrugged. "i'm not horrible at it, but i'm not great either."

"well, sounds better than me." i reply. leaning back into my chair. i glance around the warm cafe, flashing a smile at the barista behind the counter politely.

"okay then, i'll make the drawings and help with research, and you'll caption them and speak more in the presentation, along with your own research." he says, scribbling something on the paper in front of him.

at glance, i could tell it was a very early model of what the whole poster board was going to be like. i nodded along, smiling at some of his ideas.

"what about the color scheme?"

green bean looked up, raising an eyebrow. "uh- nothing too eccentric? just pencil on white paper, really."

"excuse me?" i raise my voice on instinct. "we're going to create a poster board project and you're expecting it to have no aesthetic? no. no way. i refuse to let that happen."

he rolled his eyes. "jesus, don't get so pissy about it. i don't see why it's such a necessity, but if you're gonna be that bitchy about it i guess we could do something."

"hey! i wasn't being bitchy, just defensive." i snap, reaching across the table and flicking his nose.

he goes to smack my hand away, but just before he reaches it i act quickly and wrap my fingers around his delicate wrists, bringing them down and holding them against the table.

i chuckle, looking up at him. he gets flustered for a second, but seems to shake it away as he yanks his hands back, causing me to let go.

"mark, chill with the BDSM. we agreed: only in the bedroom." he joked sarcastically, an evil smile painted on his lips.

my jaw dropped and my hands got clammy. this is it. it's final.

i'm smitten.

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A/N:
woo, another update and another boring authors note! sorry these take forever, but hey, it is slow updates for a reason, man.

qotd: with oreos, do you prefer the cream or the cookie?

aotd: cookie all the way. the cream can go die. if cream can even do that. it probably can't, it's literally cream. i just need to shut up.

gn.

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