Scars {Completed}

Chapter Nineteen

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Kenzie's POV

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Mark decided he'd stay the night, again.

I'm not complaining though.

I had changed into a long sleeved knit sweater and a pair of my favorite sweatpants.

Self harmer problems- short sleeves and shorts are out of the question.

Mark and I were both laying on the couch, when he asked a question, "What do you wanna be?"

"Huh?"

"Like, what do you want to major in?" He clears up, taking my hand in his.

"Well, I'd like to major in art." I reply, "What about you?"

"I don't know." He simply says.

"You sound bothered. Something wrong?" I ask, turning up to look at him.

"I want to tell someone something... But I don't know how." He says.

"Well act like I'm that person and practice on me." I offer.

He turns to me, and inhales a sharp breath, "I love you." He says quietly.

I just stare back into his eyes, and forget to reply.

"Please say something..." He whispers nervously.

"If that was for me- then I love you too..." I reply quietly.

Why are whispering? Who knows.

"It is for you," He smiles, "God, that was a hard thing to do." He laughs.

"You think anything to say to me, is hard to do." I laugh.

"Because I want to say the right thing, and not mess up." He smiles.

Just as he leans in to kiss me, my phone rings, startling me, making me fall off the couch.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?!" He laughs, helping me up.

"Oh yeah, I love falling of couches." I reply sarcastically, reaching over into my purse for my phone.

I read the name on my phone and my heart starts beating a little faster.

"Hey, Mom." I answer, standing up.

Don't get me wrong. I love my Mom. I do. But she doesn't just call to say 'I love you' randomly.

"Hey sweetie, I just called you tell you to congratulate Stacey." I hear her say.

"Uh- why?"

"She got accepted to UCLA!" She exclaims, "It's the university near us." She adds.

"Yes Mom, I know. I told you why I moved to Boston though." I say, walking into my room.

"Yes. To 'achieve' an art career Hun." She mocks.

"I really want to be an artist Mom..." I say, trying my best not to take anything she says personally.

"Yes, but Sweety, Stacey wants to be a Vet. She's still in California with Dad and I."

With that, she says a quick 'I love you', and hangs up.

It was true. I moved from California to Massachusetts to become an artist, but my parents were never a big of that.

How do you feel being the lesser sister? An all too familiar voice mocks.

I'm not the lesser sister...

Oh, yes you are. You're not good enough. You never are.

I try my best to ignore The Voice chanting insults in my head, and join Mark in the living room.

"Who was that?" He asks, making space on the couch for me.

"My mom. She called to tell me my sister got accepted to a University in California." I reply, sitting next to him.

"Hey, Ken?" He asks.

"Yeah?"

"I love you." He simply says, with a huge smile on his face.

I just give out a little giggle, "I love you too."

"Now, before we were so rudely interrupted," He smirks, tilting my chin up, so I can look directly at him, "I believe we were busy." He finishes, making our lips interlock.

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"Five more minutes, Mark." I grumble, turning on to my side.

It was around 8 in the morning, and Mark said he was going to get breakfast, but he wanted to wake me up first.

"Ken, you're gonna need to wake up eventually." He laughs.

"I will in five minutes." I mumble.

"Fine, guess I'll have to make you get up." He says.

I slightly open my right eye, and before I could stop him, he begins tickling my sides.

"NO! Mark! Stop!!" I squeal.

"I gave you an option to wake up." He laughs.

"Mark, please!" I laugh, "Pl-please!!" I beg.

He stops for a moment, and I sit up.

"You are very determined, know that?" I smile, trying to catch my breath.

 "I know." He smiles back, "You want pancakes, right?" He asks.

"Yes." I agree.

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After Mark left, I changed into a fitted yellow sundress with white polka-dots; with tights, obviously.

After fixing my hair, and doing my make up, I sat down to watch some TV. As I begin flipping through channels, my phone lights up, indicating Marks call.

"'Sup, Hot Stuff?" I laugh.

"Ooh, I like that. You should call me that more often!" I hear him laugh, on the other end.

"Yeah, with you calling me Babe and me calling you Hot Stuff, we'd be such an epic couple." I joke.

"No, we're epic at the moment, but then we'd be SUPER epic." He laughs. "So watcha doin'?" He asks.

Just as I'm about to answer, I hear a knock at the door.

"Well, I was watching TV. Someone's knocking though." I reply, standing up.

"Who is it?" I hear him ask.

"I'll tell you after I open the door." I laugh.

I open the door and am instantly greeted by two tall men in Police Officer suits.

One's a few inches taller than me, and a brunette with green eyes. And the other officer was a blonde with blue.

Chiche. I know.

"Um, yes?" I ask, looking from one to the other.

"Are you Kenzie? Kenzie McHill?" The brunette asks, holding up his Police Badge.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!!!

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Well.

That was strange.

Haha, I don't know where I'm taking this story.

Oh well!

A few of y'all don't really like Roquelle, I wonder why XD