Now, I was looking at pictures in Google and found some "Imagine" pictures. My thoughts started to flow and I decided to write them here!
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"Y/n, where's the popcorn?" Mark asked as he was going through your cupboards.
"In the cupboard on your left. At least I think so," you answered while putting your pizza in the oven.
"I can't see...Oh wait, here they are. Do you have one package with salty popcorn?" he asked while searching for it in the back.
"If I have, it should be there as well," you mumbled back.
"Huh....I don't thin... Okay nevermind, there was one," he smiled and closed the cupboard. "How long until the pizza is done?"
"Ummm... I just put it in the oven...I guess like a bit over half an hour? You hungry already?" I laughed.
"No but...PIZZA. It's PIZZA we're talking about y/n!"
"Okay, okay! Now, why don't you go and pick out a movie?" you asked, running your hand through your hair.
"If you say so!" he said excitedly and headed to the living room. You heard your phone vibrate on the kitchen table and grabbed for it. It was a message from your ex. You rolled your eyes and turned off the phone, placing it back on the table. Your ex had been texting, calling and even showed up on your doorstep for at least two months now. You were sick of it so you had moved. In the future you were hoping to change your phone number as well because this was getting ridiculous. He didn't text you, saying he wanted you back. No. He was texting you constantly to say how well he is doing and what a pretty new girlfriend he has and how much money he has and what new things he has bought and so on. Like you cared.
"Y/n? What movie? I can't decide and I don't know which one do you like..." you suddenly heard Mark whining from the living room.
"Whatcha say, we watch something about space?" you yelled back, smiling.
"YEAH!" you heard him screaming which made you chuckle. You let him choose the movie while you put the popcorn in the microwave. Just as you closed the microwave door you heard your doorbell. The living room fell silent. Looked like Mark had stopped flipping through the movies.
"Did you invite someone other than me as well?" Mark's confused voice asked.
"No, of course not. Maybe it's a salesman or...something. I'll go and have a look," you answered and walked to the front door. You almost screamed when you saw who it was.
It was your ex.
"What the hell are YOU doing here?! How did you find out my address?!" you whispered through your teeth.
"None of your business," he said, being really full of himself, "Sooo, I see you've downgraded. You sure you don't want me back?" he asked while smiling victoriously.
"Leave me alone! No way in HELL I'm taking you back! Besides what about your new AMAZINGLY PRETTY girlfriend?" you started raising your voice.
"C'mon. You know you can't be without me. You need me."
"When will you understand that we're over? You hear me? OVER!"
"Now, if I were you, I wouldn't be so quick to decide. But if you'll excuse me, I'm coming in. I'm not planning to stand outside." He started stepping in as you stepped in front of him. Unfortunately, pushing you out of the way was no problem for him.
"GET OUT! NOW!" you screamed.
"Hey, hey, calm down. I can see you still have problems with your attitude," he said calmly and gave you a disgusted smile. You felt yourself being pushed over the limit.
"YOU LITTLE..." you started screaming before Mark interrupted you.
"What's going on here? And who are you?" he asked walking over to you. You saw him being tense and felt yourself being sorta afraid of him. Your ex looked at him and then turned to you: "Who the hell is that supposed to be? How dare you bring another man into your home without me knowing about it?" he asked. At this point you had to hold yourself from punching him.
"WE ARE NOT TOGETHER ANYMORE! YOU DON'T OWN ME!! GET OUT!" you yelled at him.
"Not before I'm sure, he's out of here," he answered looking at Mark. Now Mark took action. He lifted your ex up by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. You yelped and jumped back, your hands covering your mouth.
"I'm y/n's boyfriend and if you ever contact her again I will punch your teeth in so hard, they'll fly out of your ass. Now, get lost or I'll kick your weak ass outta here myself."
At that Mark let go of your ex and he fell on the floor, but before you could blink, he was out of the house and running to his car.
"You okay?" Mark asked, putting his hand on your shoulder and pulling you out of your thoughts.
"Yes, thank you so much! He has been harassing me for two months, but now...I don't think he'll come back," you smiled.
"TWO MONTHS? How come that I've never heard about that?" Mark asked, a worried look on his face.
"I just kinda hoped he'd stop. I didn't want you to get involved with this.." you said quietly.
"Ahh, y/n. You know I' do anything for you. I...I really like you..." Mark confessed right then and there.
"I know, you silly. I realized," you giggled and went to hug him.
"Soooo... The whole boyfriend thing..." He said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Sorry about that, I just thought that it would help..."
"I liked that idea."
"You did?"
"Uhuh. And I'd still like that idea."
"Well, in that case..." Mark stopped and looked at you. He leaned in closer and gave you a little kiss on your lips.
