Romance in Handcuffs

Mark the Girl

This chapter is dedicated to the show Playful Kiss for just giving me the idea. Sometimes I'll dedicate a chapter to a show or something like that because they inspired me even if it's only a small detail (Also I really don't have a dedication in mind yet *wink wink*). At one point you might be confused, just read the next sentence or two and it will make sense.

"Mark, you promised!" I whined. Yes I resorted to being a whiny brat. He promised that if I let him see my pictures he would let me see his. I am a really stubborn person so I need to see them. It may also be because I want to know more about him. Okay, it's because I'm crazy for him and I want to know everything.

"Fine! Gosh, who knew you could be so annoying. I thought you were always prim and proper but I guess not when it comes to getting your way. You're an evil girl." I pursed my lips together and scrunched my nose up and then he laughed at me.

"What's so funny?" I was honestly a bit hurt that he was laughing at me. Although I don't exactly know why he was.

"I'm sorry if that made you offended, but I laughed because you were so adorable and cute just then." I can't even describe how happy I am now. I thought he laughed because he thought my face was funny. At one moment I think of myself as not good enough and then at the next moment I think I'm at least a little bit attractive. It's like the mirror is playing a trick on me. I don't know which one I should believe that I am. "I'm really sorry if I've hurt you or anything."

"If you're really sorry how about showing me those pictures?"

"Okay, okay. Picture albums are on the shelf in the living room so lets head downstairs." I nodded my head and then he pulled me to my feet. I bumped into him slightly and felt his arms reach around my back to help me from falling. If I fall we both fall. He ran his hands through his chocolate brown hair but it just went back to the position it was in before. As a reflex I ran my fingers through my dirty blonde, almost brown, hair. I didn't run my fingers from the exact top to the bottom though because I have the kind of bangs that go straight across your forehead. I pulled him towards the hallway and then let him lead the way to the living room.

"Here we are," he announced. He looked at the shelf and then chose one album out of a whole shelf of choices.

"Why did you choose that specific one?" I really am curious.

"This album has all pictures of me." My mind went to the dark side.

Don't get greedy, you stupid mind.

Be quiet you know that you're happy to see loads of pictures of the great Mark.

You're right. Just don't drool.

We don't even know if he was hot.

Looks don't matter.

In pictures they do. You can't get a personality through a picture.

Yeah you kind of can get a vibe for what the person was like. By the way they pose or, most importantly, smile.

"Fawn, are you okay?" Mark asked worriedly.

"Yeah I'm fine, why?"

"I've been talking to you for the past two minutes and you were just staring into space."

"Sorry."

"No it's okay. As long as you're feeling alright."

"Maybe we should look at the pictures later." I glared suspiciously at him.

"You just don't want me to see them right now!" I stated. He gave me an innocent smile.

"I don't know what you mean by that."

"Don't try to fool me. Hand the album over." He grudgingly handed it to me. I opened the cover and then almost burst into laughter as I saw the first picture. Mark looked to be about nine years old and he wore a dress and high heels. He playfully hit me on the arm. I sucked my lips in to hold in the laughter that was dying to come out.

"Mom made me believe that it was cool to wear girl clothes until I was in fifth grade. My dad finally got fed up and told me that she was just playing with me as if I were a doll. Also kids at school teased me. You won't be laughing so hard when you see the other half of the album from when I was in middle school. All of the girls loved me." I turned to him and gave him a blank stare.

"I didn't know that you had a cocky side."

"Well sometimes I let things like that slip."

"Wow." I flipped the page and then immediately knew how those middle school girls felt. It's no fair that he was so attractive and I was so blah. "You wore glasses?"

"Yeah but sometimes I didn't wear them."

"Oh." I can already feel my inner weird mind popping up.

That is one fine physique.

Oh shut up, you perv.

I'm part of you, therefore we are both creepy.

Oh I am not creepy. It's not like I think weird thoughts about him or anything.

Yes you do. You think of him especially all of the time. I would know. I am your mind.

Forget you.

Whatever floats your boat.

"Fawn!" My face was dripping with water when I came back to reality.

"Did you just dump water on me?"

"Yeah." I stood up and grabbed Mark taking him to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and put water in it after telling him that I needed something to drink. He wouldn't even see this coming. I tipped the water over his head and then watched the cool water soak through his shirt.

"Crap!" Mark yelled.

"Oops!"

"You better run Fawn. Oh wait you can't." He put his head down, shook his hair, and then growled. I want to crap my pants right now. That growl is really scaring me. After five minutes of him "chasing" me and him also letting me get away, because let's face it I couldn't run away from him even if I tried, he caught me. You may be wondering how I ran away from him while also being handcuffed to him, well I pulled us into the living room and then separated us by going behind the couch, he jumped over it. He wrapped his arms around me and then turned me around. We stared into each others eyes before he let me go and then looked away.

"Lets go get dried off."