Mark's POV
"My ceiling is getting really boring to stare at." I mumbled to myself, rolling over onto my side. I grabbed my pillow from underneath my head and cuddled it to my chest.
I'd hugged Ethan before language arts.
Then he held my hand during lunch.
That was the warmest I've felt in a long time... when we were touching.
Could it be...
I like Ethan?
"Maybe, but there's no way he likes you back." Dark spoke up from the corner of my room.
"But, he held my hand." I sat up to look at Dark. "That has to mean something, right?" Dark scoffed.
"It was probably out of pity." He growled. "Why would he like you anyway?" I laid back down and shut my eyes.
"Go away." I told him. I heard Dark whine.
"But whyyyyyyy?" He asked.
"Just. Go."
I opened my eyes and he was gone.
Thank god.
I just wanted it to be Saturday. I wanted to hang out with Ethan and Delilah and watch movies and shit.
Hang in there, tomorrow's Friday.
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11:11 // Crankiplier
Fanfiction"Staring into his eyes, I could see everything. Despair, emptiness, uncertainty, every insecurity he's ever had. The fact that I could see it in his eyes, especially in this light, broke my heart." TRIGGER WARNINGS- depression, self harm, abuse, al...
