Chapter Ten

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Mark turned on the TV and stood up. You walked after him. He stopped and turned to you. "Why are you following me?" Mark asked smiling. "'Cause I'll get lonely." Mark chuckled and patted your head lightly. "Do you want to make a cake?" You nodded quickly and ran into the kitchen. Mark came in soon after and opened a cupboard above you. "Chocolate cake or-" You cut Mark off by grabbing the mix. "CHOCOLATE!" You yelled and grabbed a bowl.

After you and Mark had made the cake, you ate some and left the rest for Jack. You walked back over to the sofa and sat down unzipping your cream hoodie and putting the hood over your head. Mark came back in and sat next to you, humming a made up tune. You smiled and patted Mark's head as if he was a dog. "Why did you pat me?" Mark asked. You shrugged. "(Y/N)," Mark wined. "Tell me!" "THERE WAS NO REASON!" You yelled, shutting Mark up. Mark was quiet for awhile, until he sniffed. You glanced over at him, to see he was crying. "Mark. I'm sorry!" You said moving closer. Mark took his glasses off and hugged you tightly, his red hair over his honey brown eyes. "No, I'm s-sorry..." He stuttered out. Hugging his back, you stood up taking Mark with you. Suddenly, you lost your balance and fell onto the floor, Mark still in your arms. "Are you okay (Y/N)?" Mark asked you, looking up from your chest. "Yeah. I'm okay thanks Mark." He smiled and let go of you, just resting on your chest. You blushes and looked away. Mark saw is and moved his body higher, so his head was in the crook of your neck. You blushes more and placed your hands on his head, playing with his red hair. Mark's arms wrapped back around your waist as Mark closed his eyes.

You just laid there on the floor, not wanting to wake Mark up. He was snoring cutely now. Mark rolled over onto the wooden floor. You sighed and picked him up, walking to the stairs. You walked up them, along the hallway and into Mark's room. You placed his on his bed and tucked him in. You smiled and looked at your phone. 21:10. It read. You placed your forearm over your eyes and sighed again. It was getting late. I'll go, Mark's fine now anyways.

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