Stripped Down - A Septiplier Story -

Chapter Thirteen

I wake up sore, cuddled up against Mark. 

"Mark.. Wake up." I nudge Mark, he groans as he rolls over. I sit up, my bones protesting harshly. I shake him gently.

"Maaark.. Get upppp!" I shake him. He groans and sits up, his hair a mess. He gives me a dirty look, before laying back down. 

"We need to get going to where ever were going!" I climb onto his hip. I kiss his nose, before he sits up and pushes me off of him. 

"Go away." He grumbles. He stands up and pouts, I grin and kiss him. He tries not to smile, trying to act uninterested in the kiss.

"Fine. I'll leave your ass here." I get into the drivers side of the car, starting the engine. I realize very quickly that I hate driving. He comes to the drivers side door and pulls me out before getting in. I get in the passenger's side before he pulls out of the little grassy area and we're on our way. 

We get onto the highway, Mark grumbling that it's too early. In all seriousness, it was 11:45 in the morning.

I smile, watching the road as we drive

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"Mark.. I want a tattoo." I whisper as we pass a tattoo shop. 

"Of what?" 

"A clover.." I smile. He looks over at me, smiling. 

"I'll get a tattoo too." He smiles. "Where do you want yours?" 

"Behind my ear." I point to the area, a hickey very close to it.

"I'll get mine on my left shoulder blade."

"What are you getting?" I ask.

"An eagle, with my dad's dates under it." Mark says, focusing on the road. "Let's find a decent tattoo shop." 

We drive for what seems like forever before we see the tattoo shop we found online. He pulls us in, and shuts off the car. He puts his hand on my arm before I can open the door.

"Let's get a matching tattoo." Mark says. 

"What?!" I say, "Mark we've hated each other for years. Who's to say you wont leave me tomorrow?" 

"I- I guess you're right. But no, I'm not going to leave you. Never think that." He says softly, leaning in and kissing the corner of my mouth.

I sit and ponder for a moment, "I'm getting the clover because you call me that.." 

"R-Really?" Mark asks. 

I nod my head. He smiles, and puts his hand on mine before opening his door and getting out. 

I follow him into the shop, and all of a sudden I feel incredibly self conscious about my hickeys. My step falters, and Mark quickly catches on. He takes my hand in his and leads me to the counter.

"What can I do for you today?" A bubbly girl with many tattoos says. 

"We both need to get tattoos." Mark says. 

"Matching or different?" 

"We each have one we're going to get." Mark says. My heart swells as he runs his thumb over my knuckles soothingly. I look up at him to see him covered in my bite marks from the night before.

"And we're going to get a matching ones." I pipe up. Mark turns to me, 

"Are you sure?"

I nod my head vigorously. "Yes." 

The girl smiles, before her eyes catch on our necks. "Got hit by a bus huh? That has to suck."

I blush and bury my head into Mark's side. He grins widely.