Nefarious Spirits

Reasons

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|||Mark's POV||||

"I have my reasons," I stated. I honestly regret coming here, but I like teasing people, it's funny as hell. Don't look at me like you don't, hypocrite. Sometimes I steal things, not valuable things though. Sometimes I do that basic 'steal the lollipop from the baby' move. I don't finish it though, sometimes I only spit on it then return the sucker to the baby, with a fake apology. I'm enjoying just the thought of it. The looks of those people's faces are PRICELE-

  "You're crazy!" I snapped out realizing I was dozing off while thinking out loud... Oops. "Ha, I was joking," Just a quick reply I did. ... It was silent, we just stared into eachother's eyes for like, a whole minute. Then she started laughing like a maniac, breaking the silence. Holy dang she is confusing. "Uhm..." "S-soRYYHHH" She actually started wheezing, I didn't even make a joke. 

  After a few minutes she started to calm down, actually started to form words correctly. "Sorry... I just thought it was funny for some reasons," I gave her this look where it said 'what' and 'you're really weird'. She then sighed. "sometimes I just laugh at dumb things, especially when I look into a person's eyes." She then chuckled sheepishly while looking at me, yet avoiding eye contact. I was trying to look at her eyes. I could have sworn one of them was slightly broken a minute ago. "Creep," she said. "I'm not the one with creepy features," I stated in a monotone voice, facing the other way. "Whatever," 

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"So......~" My head and eyes sliding towards her again. She then raised a brow. "Are you gonna tell me why you're here? Hm?~" She then cracked a smirk. "I have my reasons," She replied, batting her eyes. "Heh, touche," She hummed in response. "Do you want me to sneak you back home? I'm pretty sure you're a bit tired right no-" "No." "Why not?" "I mean-" "You okay? What's going o-" "I don't have a home nor family, okay?" 

|||Marigold's POV|||

I regret saying that. Oh, how stupid I can be. Now I'm gonna get exposed, and taken away again. I don't want to be trapped again! "Oh, well like," Don't say it. "you can," Don't. "stay at my place." Dang it!! "No, I'm fine, I'll just.." I quickly glanced around the place, looking for a reason to say no. I then forcefully pushed him off the fence, then I lied down on the fence as if it was a bed. "I'll just sleep here! Heh..." I looked at him, my face getting hot with worry. I felt sweat starting to stream down my face. I tried rubbing my cheeks to calm myself.

  "Yeah, sure," I sighed in relief. "sure that in the hell you're not staying here." "Wait what-" He started dragging me by my arm. I wanted to scream and protest like hell to him, but I didn't want to make a scene knowing there are probably people searching for me. So I just accepted the defeat.

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  It's been ten minutes and I wouldn't shut up to Mark. Every house we passed, I would ask, "Are we there yet?" You know, that classic funny joke kids say over and over again to annoy their parents. It's also amusing because he's still actually dragging me. And for the 1,500th time, I said," Are we there ye-" "Yes, now shut the hell up, PLEASE!" He then let go and dropped my arm. I then pulled back then started to pout while rubbing the part where he gripped it. He held it for very long it actually made a hand mark on it. Oh, hand mark. Heh, that's cool.

   He then started walking up the steps of his house, while I was just blankly staring. He then turn to face me while his hand was on the door knob. "You coming? Not that you have a choice to decline or anything, you know?" I then lazily and slowly started to stand up. It was difficult trying to, knowing I didn't walk for a bit. I then casually walked over inside the housing. Mark then slowly closed the door behind him then locked it. It was so dark...

   This was a mistake.. My face is burning again.. I feel little droplets of something wet falling down my face. I'm thinking wrong... I need to stop worrying.. But what if Mark does something bad!?!? What if he- 

|||Mark's POV|||

I start to realize that Marigold had that worried look of hers on her face. I know what she's thinking. I mean, I don't blame her. If i was in her position I would be processing the same thing in my mind. Yeah, this was a mistake.. But I couldn't just leave her there! But I'm just so stupid! Who just invites a random stranger into their house?!!? For all I know they can be a spy! Maybe they're on to me.. No. She's just a normal girl. Ha! What in the name of Jesus am I thinking!? I worry too much.

  She's shaking, it's awkward how I know knowing it's so dark you barely see anything. I hear her mumble things to herself that I can't really make out. I quietly sigh and put my hand on her shoulder, making her jump and gasp. She then swiftly turned around. "Calm. Down." "O-okay.... Sorry, this is a mistake, I'm a mistake-" "Calm your titties, holy shit," Tears started streaming down her eyes. I sigh with a bit of a grunt in the middle. I pulled her into a warm embrace. It was pretty awkward. It made it even more weird because she didn't give one back."Jesus, when will you learn not to be so damn paranoid?"... She stopped..

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"You don't know me."