나는 너의 닻이 될 것이다.
In English, "I will be your anchor."
At least that's what he claimed to be.
I was the girl who never had her parents around. The girl who didn't speak that much, even when her closest friends were around.
Then there was Mark. The gu...
Soon, we were all out of the water and dry. Mark and I decided to wash up first, seeing as that we had plans together.
"Wear this." Mark said, handing me a pastel blue hoodie. "Why?" I asked, taking it from him. "Just do it." He whines cutely as he pushed me gently.
I smiled and went into one of the stalls, taking a quick shower before changing. I changed into his pastel blue hoodie and denim shorts together with my flip flops.
I wrung my clothes to the point where they were as dry as possible before folding them up and putting them into a plastic bag then into my bag. I put my towel in there as well, in a different plastic bag.
What? I didn't want my things getting wet..
I tied my hair up into a bun and left the girl's showering rooms as I waited for Mark outside at the bench. I pulled up the sleeves of his hoodie before I looked up to see him walking out with a towel in hand as he rubbed it through his blonde hair.
I let out a laugh as his hair hit him in the eye, making him groan uncomfortably before he shifted his hair out of the way. I stood up and walked over to him. "Aw. You look so cute. Keep the hoodie." He cooed as he squats down and pinches my cheeks.
"Why are we wearing the same hoodie?" I asked, gesturing to his which matched mine. "This is navy blue. It's different." He says with a proud smile as he started walking ahead of me, causing me to follow right behind him.
Isn't this what couples do? Get matching outfits and stuff?
Oh.. So this is what he meant by doing cute things.
"Let's share a giant milkshake. I'll explain later." He says, taking my hand as he pulls me into the store. My eyes shoot down to our joined hands. My cheeks flushed.
Normally, he would pull on my arm. What's with him today?
He ordered a giant vanilla milkshake which was bigger than my head. We sat down on a booth with a miniature light bulb hanging above us. The table was a light cream colour while the cushioned seats were a bright red.
Similar to those in olden movies.
This place was very picturesque. I took out my polaroid camera and took several shots of my surroundings. "Let's take two shots together. One for each of us." He says, reaching for the camera, which I hand over to him.
He takes it into his hands, taking two pictures before he faked like he was going to drop the camera. He added sound effects to irritate me even more.
I threatened to hit him over the head before I snatched my camera back. I put the camera into my bag and the film into my wallet then into my bag.
"Jackson made a list for some reason for things that we should do together, last night. I told him to write down 'split a milkshake' ." Mark says, pulling said list out of his bag.
"M-Mark.. Did you read this?" I asked, pointing to some of the goals that involved things that were extremely disturbing.
"Oh my gosh.." Mark groans reading as he points to the worst of all of them. "Okay, I'll cancel out the one that involves us exposing skin to each other." He says, as he takes the pen from the little cylinder container on the table.
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