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Mark and I had been hanging out for over two weeks straight and I'd never felt closer to anyone is such a short span of time, let alone a guy. Mark was funny, smart, cute and had the weirdest small talents. He did some type of martial arts tricking- which I took the entirely wrong way when he told me but he showed me videos on YouTube of other people as well as one of himself that he for some reason had on his phone- he was flexible but not to a strange degree, and he also did this thing where he crossed his eyes and could move one outwards at a time, it was disturbing and cute, I'm not sure how that works.

I found out Mark was actually gonna be 22 this fall, which was kind of offsetting at first but we're just friends, and three years older than me isn't too bad either way. He'd introduced me to a few of his friends a few times when he'd taken me job hunting and only one seemed to have a problem with me- Jess, the tall bisexual Asian chick who seemed to be in every dude's face at once somehow. But either way she wouldn't be a threat to me- whatever our relationship was and would become Mark assured me they were just friends and he had no interest in her, though he said he couldn't tell me why just yet, not that I had asked.

For my entire life, I hadn't had a single boyfriend, which I guess wasn't entirely a bad thing. But it wasn't like no one had shown any interest, I just always said no, no matter how cute or cool he was- it made me feel like a weirdo to be so obtuse. Like I was odd for not even giving anyone a chance. I spent four years of high school dodging hugs and kisses' getting grossed out by PDA- the few "friends" I had either thought I was gay or just plain weird. But that small group of friends dispersed into no friends when I moved and now all I had was Mark, honestly, so no matter what this silly bitch Jess wasn't about to intimidate me or scare me off cause where would I go then? Back home to play with my little cousins and brothers?

Mark and I sat in a hamburger place sucking down soft drinks for about an hour after I got out of class on my very first day at the local community college. We decided to go into the parking lot while we waited for Anthony to get off work and pick us up, since Mark had let him borrow his car earlier. It hadn't been long, considering the wait was filled with goofy jokes and random getting-to-know-you questions while we flipped coins to see who'd go next. The image of old Copperhead Abe on the concrete indicated that it was my turn to ask a question.

"So....this is gonna sound stupid, but what's...your......nationality?" I cringed at the high pitch my tone had reached on the last word.

"Oh, you mean, 'are you Chinese?'" he teased with a full grin. I shoved his shoulder and a high pitched giggle came out of his mouth.

"You're a jerk! But it's not like I can look at people and tell instantly!"

"Yeah, okay, Kyary Pamyu Pamyu." He smirked, his chin tilted upwards.

"Shut up, answer the questioooonnn," I groaned.

He chuckled. "Wait, so shut up, or answer...?" I lunged at him and he grabbed my wrists, holding me back some. I almost fell in his lap but he caught me with a hand on my waist and helped my clumsy ass sit back. "Okay, okay. I'm....American, goofy!" He giggled loudly and nudged my forehead with his fingertips and I flinched, my eyes wide.

"Did you just muff me?"

He innocently gazed up at the sky and shrugged, his cheeks puffed out. "I'on't know..."

"That's not what I meant and you know it!" I shoved his knee and he almost tipped off the edge of the sidewalk, barely catching himself with a hand planted on the ground.

"Okay, chill, but that is what you literally asked me. I was born and raised in America." I rolled my eyes and he continued. "But I am of Taiwanese descent."