Hi :D
this is going to be slightly confusing and awkward, because the way it's written is going back and forth between times. It starts in the middle, continues to the beginning and ends at the end. how meeptastic...
and sorry for skipping Maria's chapter for a while :O we'll get back to her soon..
anyways, enough with the boringness
enjoy ^.^
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Mark
Mark sighed. He hoped Candace wouldn't take this too hard. After all, it was her who initiated everything, and therefore, it was his job to end it. Smiling shyly, feeling all the flattering stares and whistles he was getting from the male passerbys, he walked through the front door of Candace's home with confidence.
"Oh, hi there, Mark dearie!" Candace's mother greeted him with a huge smile. "Loving the outfit!" She beamed, faltering slightly as her eyes passed over his curled hair to his Urban Decay White Widow painted toenails peeping out from his Valentino heels.
"Hi, Candace's mom! I know, this outfit is so totally AWESOME!"
"Candace is in her room. Go ahead, show off to her!" She shooed him upstairs.
Mark strutted into her room. Candace was on her bed fiddling with a little box with a blue ribbon tied on it. He wasted no time.
"Candace, we need to talk."
"Damned right we do, Mark...OH MY GOSH, DID YOU WEAR THAT ON THE WAY HERE?"
Mark nodded. "I know, I'm stunning. I simply had to show it off. Do you know how many stares I got? I was fabulous," He said, emphasizing the last word.
"Oh god." Candace put her face in her hands, still sitting on her bed.
"Well...Candace, I don't want to hurt you, but we're over."
"Oh god...I swear if my neighbours saw you...ugh."
"You see, I just don't think this is working out so well."
"I bet they're used to it by now though...that Juliano dude is such a bad influence."
"I'm sorry, but this is it. We're finished, but it's just that..."
"I just can't deal with your girlish drama anymore, Mark, and I don't want to hurt you, but..."
"I just can't deal with your spazziness and disrespect for me, and i just wanted you to know this one last thing. It's not me, it's you."
Candace stared.
"What did you just say?" she asked, finally realised what Mark was saying.
"I said, it's not me, it'--"
"I heard you, camelface."
"Then why--"
"You'll..."
"I'll...?"
"YOU..."
"I'm sorry, Candy, I know you really liked me, but I don't think it's working out. You thought we were dating and I just wanted to clear that up. But, I mean, we can still be BFFs. Soul sistas. Mall buddies. Besties with boots, boys and the body-"
