He's Just Not That Into Me

What do you want from me?

"What else do you want me to say?" I ask Grace.

"GIRL! I. Need. DETAILS!" She slams her fists down after every word. People in the coffee shop turn over and give dirty looks.

"I don't want to talk about it in public!" I begin to whisper. "What if someone overhears?"

"Then they're gonna know that you got some ass and congratulate you!" I see a woman give a shocked and disturbed look. She grabs her son, who's got to be around six or seven, by the hand and pulls him out the door.

"SHHHHHHHH! I'm not telling you more than I already did. That's all you need to know. What, you want me to say? Oh my God he put it in and blah blah blah...?"

"Maybe..."

"NO! We had sex...in the shower...that's all you need to know." I sip some more of my coffee.

"You guys did it before me and Jack. And we're actually dating so kudos to you guys." She drinks her coffee and looks to the left unamused.

"Wait...you guys haven't yet?" I lean in closer to the table.

"No. I don't really care. We just...haven't yet. Believe me we've gotten close a few times but just never made that extra reach for it. Plus he never has had condoms on hand, and you know how I am about that. Anyways...at least tell me what you think the hottest thing about him, or that was."

"His scar." I smile.

"What?" She takes her cup and tosses it in the trash.

My head follows her to the trash, and back to her seat as I say, "He has a scar that just goes down the length of his torso. It's really attractive.

"I love Jack's tattoo. Even though he only has one, it really brings everything in place for me."

"Mark should get one. That would make him A++++"

"Whatever, you already think he is A++++"

"Shut up, Grace."

She sticks her tongue out at me. "But really it doesn't surprise me that you guys did. To me you guys have basically been dating your whole life. After making out in that closet, just made all that built up sexual tension stronger, and harder to resist."

"Yeah, but I really would like to know if we're dating. How do I ask without sounding rude? The problem still stands. Like should I assume at this point? Because if I ask what if he gets offended or angry and then breaks it off because it should be clear by now?"

"Babe, if you're questioning it, then it's okay to ask. If you are that worried about it, then ask. Mark isn't one to get mad over that. He'll understand if you just explain and talk to him."

"Okay, I will. But can we go now? I'm pretty sure we've done enough scarring to the people in this place." We stand up and head for the door.

Right as I reach for the handle Grace says, "Mm, not enough scarring." She turns around.

"What're you doing?"

"Ladies and Gentlemen, after waiting her whole life-"

"Grace..."

"My best friend finally slept-"

"GRACE STOP-"

"With the man of her dreams-"

"Grace I'm leaving you here!"

"It would be of the utmost imporrance-"

"Grace enough!"

"That you congratulate her! And-"

"Were done! There's children here!" I pull her out, we both break down laughing on the sidewalk.

"Oh, hey Grace, hey (y/n). Thought I'd fins you here sweets." Jack gives Grace a hug, and a small peck on the lips. I notice that Mark is with him too.

"Hey you," I say, slowly pulling my hair behind my right ear.

"Hey," he takes a step closer to me.

Grace and Jack both look at us with smiles on their faces. "We should go now. We'll leave you two, to be. (y/n) wants to talk to you Mark." She smiles.

"Gee, thanks," I mutter.

GUESS WHO'S BACK?
BACK AGAIN?
TINY'S BACK
TELL A FRIEND

I would say sorry, which I kind of am. But the reason I'm not is because I don't really have an answer for not updating. I've said it before and I'll say it again, just lack of motivation. I do suffer from depression and what it does for me is just takes away the joy of everything for me. I tried drawing again and it just hurts to do, playing video games gives me no joy, writing made me want to throw up bc all I could come up with was cap and you guys deserve the best with being the readers that you are. Everything just seemed pointless, and tiring, and boring. Nothing was giving me interest. But it seems like when I'm at my lowest is when I randomly become the most motivated. I just want everyone to know, if you suffer from depression and don't feel like doing anything, that's OKAY! Take a break, because when you come back, you'll come back stronger, and if you don't you'll know to just take a little more time. You will find joy in those things again (except honestly I think drawing is completely done for me I get so angry at my hands now 😂 which is fine!) If you don't find joy, then just don't do it. Don't force yourself to do something you hate just for others. If I ever start hating writing completely, I'm gonna stop. Even if that means leaving a story incomplete. Someone else will come along and finish it.

That was a long rant, thanks to those who read through it!

Ps.
For those of you still freaking out about you having seen a naked man, you gotta remember, Mark is 27 (almost 28) in this book, bc now we are at present day. You are 26. YOU'RE ALMOST 30! NO SHIT YOU'VE ALREADY SEEN A NAKED MAN AND HAVE HAD SEX BEFORE! Or even if you want to pretend you haven't had sex in this before (I'm writing that you have though) then porn. That's where you've seen a naked man. Whatever suits your needs and makes you sleep at night.