change ↪︎ amyplier

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17th february.

mark's p.o.v.

"mark? love? could you get me the pepper?" helena asked me, pointing to a cabinet.

"of course." i smiled, giving her the pepper. "ah yes, the fresh smell of seasoning." she giggled, nudging me with her hip.

i chuckled, checking my phone once again.

amyyyyy: hey, you coming for dinner today?

me: ah, sorry, i'm with helena right now.

"that amy?" helena hummed, looking over my shoulder at the phone screen. i nodded. "she wants to have dinner with me, i suppose."

"aw, well, you can if you want to. no judging here." she winked, making me blush.

"oh god, no. she has a boyfriend, helena." i shook my head. "besides, i don't think she likes me anyway."

"from what you've told me, she likes you a lot mark."

"she has a boyfriend."

"you can date someone and fall in love with someone else." she shrugged, smiling.

"it seems unlikely. she seems to be in love with seán. besides, i don't even like her."

"oh my god, shut up. if you didn't like her you wouldn't try to kiss her, dumbass." she put her hand over my mouth, laughing.

i rolled my eyes, "fine."

"you admit you like amy? we been knew." she mocks me, reaching behind me to grab a drink.

i groaned, rubbing my hands over my face. "stop that."

"what?" she bats her eyelashes innocently, resting her hand on the small of my back.

"acting like you know me well!"

"that's because i do, honey."

she patted my back, kissed my cheek, then left the kitchen to probably get her phone.

these feelings confuse me so much, i just want everything to be perfect for once. with no doubting.

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once i entered our dorm, i heard sniffling sounds. they seemed to be coming from the living room.

"amy?" i watched her, she looked up and looked back down at the ice cream in her lap. she put a spoonful in her mouth.

"mawk."

i sat down next to her, rubbing her back. "what's wrong?"

she pouted, crying even more. i shushed her, patting her back when i pulled her in for a hug.

i sighed, already understanding why she was crying. this meant she had broken up with seán. "you deserve better, amy."

she looked up at me with glossy eyes, "you think so?"

"of course. you're very sweet. you're beautiful. you're caring. and you're the best person i know."

she smiled, biting her lip, "thank you, mark."

i smiled back. patting her head, "no problem."

"i love you." she whispered against my chest. for a second i thought she meant it as more than friends, but then i realized she meant just as friends.

"love you too." i rubbed her back some more, cracking a few jokes, trying to make her laugh.

she giggled, just listening to me talk about nonsense, her head in my lap.

after a while, i realized that she was asleep. so i gently put her head on the couch, taking the ice cream, putting it back in the freezer.

i then lifted her up, feeling her cuddle into me immediately. i smiled, bringing her to her room. i put her down on her bed, pulling the blankets over her resting body. i brushed her hair out of her face, pressing a kiss onto her forehead.

she grinned in her sleep, snuggling into the blankets even more. i sighed, walking out of the room.

goodness, helena was right. i did indeed like her. i was fucked.

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amy and i went to school together the next day, giggling constantly at things that weren't even funny.

god, i missed this.

but when we entered the school, everyone's eyes were on us. i frowned, looking behind me to see if there was anyone. nope, no one.

"what y'all staring at?"

seán smirked, walking up to me. "you, fischbach. where's that baggy sweater of yours, huh?"

i looked down at myself and then back up at him. i dropped my bag. "right here. why, you wanna wear it?" i pulled it out, showing it to him.

seán grabbed the sweater. "just wanted to know why you're not covering your pathetic body up with this ugly thing." he waved the sweater in front of my face. i heard people giggle, but i stood there, unfazed.

"at least i have some muscle. you, on the other hand.." i pursed my lips, shrugging. "look, seán, we're just trying to get through the day. fuck off, will you?" i grabbed my sweater, stuffing it in my bag. i grabbed amy's hand, pushing past him.

"where you going, huh, edward?"

i stopped dead in my tracks, turning towards him. i gritted my teeth, "don't use that name, you piece of shit."

"why? does it trigger some memories for you?" he smirked, his hands in his pockets.

"oh i'm about to trigger something else if you don't shut the fuck up."

"mark, please, it's not worth it. leave him." amy begged, tugging on my arm.

"look who it is! the slut of the school! bet you and mark had a lot of fun last night, huh?" seán giggled, making everyone whisper and laugh.

amy looked him dead in the eye. "you're a waste of time, jack."

"that's not what you were screaming the other night." he sing-sung. i walked right up to him, punching him in his face.

"fuck you, mcloughlin. don't mess with amy or me ever again. find a new toy. or better yet, grow the fuck up. you're 23. not 16." seán looked at me with hatred in his eyes.

"you'll learn not to mess with me, you weak bitch." he walked off, felix tagging along with him.

i huffed, "have fun with that."