Mark pulls into the house driveway. I leap out of the car as soon as he stops. I don't want to sit and talk. I'm still a little drunk and I can't handle this right now.
The living room of the house is full of sleeping people. I see Craig asleep shirtless on the couch. I wish he were awake. He's the only person I wouldn't mind talking to at the moment. I quickly move my way through there and make my way towards Mark's room.
I strip off my dress and into some shorts and one of Mark's hoodie. It smells just like him and it takes everything in me not cry.
I try to get into bed as fast as possible so that I can pretend to sleep when Mark comes in, but he enters the room soon. He looks at me. His eyes are heavy and it makes me sad, so I look away.
Mark runs his fingers through his curly hair and leans against the door. I can sense that he's about to say something.
"I think it's done, Mark." I say, covering myself in blankets. I pull up the hood of the hoodie to help cover my face.
"What's done?" Mark asks.
"Us." I whisper. I refuse to look at him. If I look at him, I'll start to cry or change my mind.
"One big fight isn't worth a break up, Keeks." Mark says in a tone that makes it sound like he thinks I'm being dramatic.
"It's not just one fight, Mark." I tell him, burying my face deeper into the blankets.
"What do you mean? We never fight. We're perfect for each other." Mark says. I can tell he really means that. He means what he says, but he's wrong.
"We're not perfect." Dammit. I can feel the tears forming in my eyes.
"Keeks, we're perfect for each other. We're Kiki and Mark. We're best friends..." Mark tells me, sitting next to me on the bed. "I'm gone...a lot. But you knew that would be the case. The season is over now though, I'll be around more. I can try harder..."
"If we're so perfect, then why is that I always want to be with you and you couldn't care less? I'd be so content just sitting here with you for days, because at least I'd be with you. You on the other hand, you don't feel that way about me." I explain to Mark. My drunken state is making me more honest than I usually am.
"I really fucking love you." Mark finally says. His back is to me and I reach out to gently scratch his back.
"I know you love me."
"Then why are you dumping me?" Mark asks in an irritated tone. I can't see Mark's face, but I can tell he's crying.
"Because I can't keep waiting for you."
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McMorris and Me: Part tWO
FanfictionKimmy and Mark McMorris are best friends turned boyfriend/girlfriend. He's a pro snowboarder and she's a normal girl, so they knew their relationship would be difficult, but maybe it's more work than they thought.
