change ↪︎ amyplier

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23rd march.

mark's p.o.v.

this is it. today, i would tell amy how i felt. i didn't care if it ruined our friendship. i mean, i did, obviously, but i had to get it out. i couldn't keep it a secret anymore.

i slept around with a few girls, of course, but every single one reminded me of her. i loved her, i knew that.

i had a perfect date set up, i was just waiting for her to come home.

i waited, one hour passed. i waited some more, three hours passed. i waited just a little bit more. half an hour passed.

and then i decided to give up.

she wasn't going to come home tonight. i got the message. maybe this was god's way of telling me that i shouldn't tell her anything.

i cleaned everything up, taking off my favorite clothes and just putting on sweatpants with a tanktop. i sat down on the couch, turning on the television.

it was 1:45 am when she finally came home, a boy clutching her hip tightly. the smell of alcohol hit me instantly, and i felt my heart drop.

"hey mark? could you like, leave for a bit and come back laaaater? we're- we're gonna have some fuuun togetherrr." amy slurred, giggling when the boy began kissing her neck.

"sure." i walked out of the dorm, with my coat and phone. as i walked to the exit, i turned around. "well, well, well.. isn't that our little edward."

i rolled my eyes. "what do you want, seán? another purple eye? another bloody nose?"

"this time, i want to give you a gift! boys!" two jocks came up behind seán, while he was just chuckling evilly.

"grab him and take him to my dorm. we're gonna have some fun there, aren't we, fischbach?"

i pushed open the door to the exit, but got pulled back. one of the jocks, whose name is - i believe - andy, grabbed one arm while the other - i didn't know his name - grabbed my other arm.

"goddamnit, seán. why can't you just stop being so obsessed with me?"

he raised his eyebrows. "obsessed? you call hatred obsession? sure."

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seán put a chair in front of me, while both of the jocks held me in place. not like i had anywhere to go to.

"you've ruined my life, mark. everything i had going on for me was ripped out of my hands because of you."

"i didn't do shit, seán." that earned me a punch.

"yes you did! you took my first girlfriend from me, rebecca. you took my second girlfriend from me, gianne. you took my third fucking girlfriend from me, amy. you ruined everything."

"i didn't take anyone from you, dude. you must've treated them like sh-" another punch, this one to the face. i groaned.

"you took my friends from me. bob, wade, tyler, even ethan! you took all of them from me."

"seán-"

a kick, to the shin. i yelped, clutching my leg. "fuck."

"don't you dare say anything, you bastard. what did you do to amy, huh? what did you do to make her fall in love with you? come on! tell me!"

i frowned, "fall in love with me? the fuck are you talking about?"

a punch was stopped mid-air, by seán's finger. "amy is in love with you."

my eyes widened, "what?"

"don't. make. me. repeat. it."

"i never knew.."

seán's shoulders slumped, he sat down next to me.

"i fucking hate you, you know."

"i know."

"god, mark, you were my best fuckin' friend."

"i.. i'm sorry i don't remember."

"and now look at us."

"i'm sorry."

he stood up abruptly, "no! you don't get to fucking do that, not now, not ever. no."

"i just apologized."

he closed his eyes, swallowing visibly. "fuck you, mark."

he motioned for the jocks to leave, and they did. he walked over to me, raising his fist. i closed my eyes, waiting for it to come. but instead seán hugged me, tightly. i smiled, tearing up.

"i'm getting your shirt all wet."

"i'm getting yours all bloody."

seán chuckled, sniffling. "i'm sorry too, mark. i just- i was so mad at you. but you did nothing wrong. you're so fuckin' oblivious, though."

i laughed, "that's me right there."

"i missed you."

"i missed you too."

seán hugged me once again, "i love you a lot. promise to slap me if i ever do that shit again."

"i love you too. that's a promise, but it may turn into a punch."

"all of that is fine with me. as long as i get back to my senses."

i chuckled, "you goof."

"yeah, as if you're any better."

"shut up, you prick."