Make You Smile

Rollercoaster favourite ride

AN: Sex warning! (I keep forgetting these.  Watch out for 🍌🍌🍌😋).

Taylor's P.O.V

I  knelt on the ground and picked the padlock over the chainlink fence with my hair grip. 

I smiled as Mark drew me a wide eyed look.

"Don't look so shocked. You're the one that taught me how to do this remember?"

Mark shook his head.

"No wonder your parents hated me. I only taught you how to do bad things."

I winked at him.

"Bad things that felt really good though."

Mark was looking right at me. I watched his beautiful blue eyes darken.

I felt my heart skip a beat. My stomach flipped. I swallowed. Fuck. Being Just friends with Mark was fucking hard. No Taylor you promised. Must. Keep. Legs. Closed. Right.

The lock gave way and he helped me prise the gate open. 

"Why did you take us out here?" He asked.

We were up high looking out over the town. The town we'd grown up in surrounded by desert. It looked even smaller from up here.

I urged Mark to sit down on the grass beside me. The view from up here was pretty cool. I'd come here with Tom a few times back in high school. It was our star gazing and pining over Jen and Mark spot.

"To give you some perspective. No offense but I think you need it."

Mark laughed.

"None taken."

"Mark...you've come so far. Do you have any idea how proud I am of you? But if you're not happy then does any of it even matter? We all wanted to leave this place so badly but I think we were all happier back here in a way...weird huh?" 

Mark nodded.

"Yeah I think maybe we were."

We sipped on beer as we watched the stars appear in the night sky.

"I want you to be happy Mark.  More than anything."

"I am happy."

I drew Mark a look.

"To be happy you have to want to be happy."

Mark frowned.

"What?"

"Why can't you let yourself be happy? I mean you're dating a girl that makes you feel like shit...You're starving yourself, literally, of everything that makes you happy. Why?"

"She doesn't make me feel like shit...She's just trying to help-"

"Help you how? By making you feel ugly? Worthless? Why do you always go for those girls Mark? The ones that hurt you like that. It kills me." 

I was crying. Crying for the loss of the Mark that I knew and loved. This Mark was the Mark I'd first fallen in love with. Desperately unsure of himself,  unwanted and unloved. 

"You don't get it-"

I felt my anger flare.

"I don't get it?! Mark in case you forgot we know each other better than anyone else. You think I don't know how your mind works? I can't watch you fuck your self up anymore. I won't. You think it's easy for me to see you like this?! This is like Josie all over again, but worse.  Jesus Christ Mark what...what is she doing to you to make you like this? You can tell me."