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Kenzie's POV
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After an entire day of amusement park rides, games, and me being stubborn about going on the Ferris Wheel of 'Doom', Mark drove me back to the apartment and suggested that he stay the night with me.
I personally think it was because he thought if I was alone, Matt would come over, but hey! I'm not complaining.
"So, you don't really talk much about school, any reason why?" He asks.
I was in the room changing into my PJ's while Mark was laying on the couch asking me random questions.
"No reason, I just don't think it's that important." I reply, tying my hair up in a bun.
"School is very important! It's where you learn!" He laughs.
"Yeah, it's where you learn that if you're not 'popular', you're not anyone important." I laugh, sitting on the couch next to him.
"Next question," He says, placing an arm around me, "Favorite movie?"
"That's easy, It's Kind Of A Funny Story." I smile, folding my feet onto the couch.
"Is it really?" He asks.
"Huh?"
"Is it really a funny story?" He clearifies.
"Oh! No," I laugh, "The movie's nothing like the title."
"Ah, Hobbies?"
"Painting, and-- yeah, just painting." I smile, yawning.
"You tired?" He asks, looking at me.
"Yeah, a little." I reply, looking over to the clock on the wall.
12:43. I shouldn't be this tired.
"Come here," He says, making some more space so I can lay down beside him.
I get comfortable next to him, "So, who's the singer in your band?"
"Promise not to laugh?" He asks.
"I promise." I reply, looking over at him.
"I am," He smiles, "I'm like... Ed Sheeran on the mic." He says, cockily.
"You?" I laugh,"You're the singer?"
"You said you wouldn't laugh!" He says defensively.
"Sorry," I reply, attepting to stop, "So, do you mind singing something?"
"Right now?" He asks.
"No, next week," I look at him with a 'duh' face, "Yes, right now."
"What song?" He asks, resting his chin on my head.
"Well, since you did say you were like Ed Sheeran, how about one of his songs?" I suggest.
Ed Sheeran. Oh. My. God. That guy can sing.
"Okay... But, may I remind you, I may be better than him." He laughs.
Clearing his throat, he starts singing.
"And that I'll fight my corner,
Maybe tonight I'll call ya,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold ya,"
I don't stop him, and doesn't stop on his own.
After a minute or so, the songs' ending comes near, and I feel his eyes on me as he sings the last few lines,
"Give a little time to me or burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,"
I look up at him, and smile as he just looks back at me.
"Was I as good as Ed?" He asks quietly.
"No," I pause, "You were better." I reply, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.
I mean, he did say he wanted the taste of my lips!
The rest of the night went on, and the last thing I remember is him whispering something.
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"Kenzie? Ken?" A voice calls.
"Mmm?" I grumble, shifting.
"Babe, the band called for a meeting, so I'm heading out, okay?" The voice clears.
"Babe? Since when do you call me that?" I laugh, sitting up, and stretching.
"Since I decided it was a cute nickname." He smiles, "I'll be back in a few hours, we can grab lunch together-- if you want." He clearifies, realizing food was a sensitive topic.
"Lunch sounds awesome," I reply, "And don't worry, I'll eat." I smile.
I'm not lying! 'The Voice' hasn't talked since Mark found out about me cutting. So no voice, no self harm, no eating restrictions.
No voice, means happiness!
"Thank you." He returns the smile, and walks towards me, "See you soon?" He asks, double checking his pockets.
"Yep." I assure him.
"Call me if you need anything, okay?" He asks, tilting my chin up.
"Okay," I reply.
"Good." He says, kissing my lightly on my forehead.
"Smart move," I laugh, "I have awful morning breath."
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After Mark had finally left, I decided to get dressed, and head to Starbucks for coffee, my main morning essential, and a lemon bread.
Perfect breakfast if you ask me.
I also took my laptop, just so I could browse the interweb for any new news about celebrities.
Like, if one didn't wear the right bathing suit, if someone cheated on the other, and who got arrested. You know, basic got-to-know stuff.
I open up google, and search up- Tumblr while sipping some coffee.
As I log in, my left sleeve shifts a little, showing a few scars.
Shit.
I discreetly pull my sleeve down, and scroll through my feed when all of a sudden, something shadown my screen.
I look up and see a girl wearing a pink crop top and high waisted jeans.
"Hi, I'm Roquelle." She greets me with a smile.
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Author's Note!!!
HI! Okay, so this chapter is short.. but wait! Who's this new 'Roquelle' character?!
How do you guys feel about her?
How do you guys feel about Mark and Kenzie?! ^~^
HOW DO YOU GUYS FEEL ABOUT ED SHEERAN!?
Ahem.
Okay.
Bye^~^
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