Make You Smile

Time To Break Up

AN: I'm really sorry for what I'm about to do. But also more sorry because things are only going to get worse. Yikes.

Have some more early 00's feels courtesy of Staind.

April 15th 2002

Taylor's P.O.V

Mark was coming home tonight. I was so nervous I felt sick. And not in a good way. We'd left things on weird terms the day I left to come home 2 weeks ago. Mark had been gone from his room when Tom and I had tried to find him that night. I'd been worried sick. He turned up a few hours later right before I had to go to the airport and he hadn't explained where he'd been to me. He had acted totally weird with me. Distant, cold and almost hurt. He pulled away when I tried kiss him goodbye. He wasn't answering my calls. This was bad.  I was so worried about him. He hadn't acted this weird since Paris almost 2 years ago.

Tom had no idea what was going on either. Apparently he was being even frostier with him now. I had no idea what I'd did wrong but I had a horrible feeling I was going to find out tonight.

It was 2am when I heard the door click. My heart lurched as I sat bolt upright. I must have fallen asleep on the sofa earlier. The tv still buzzed in the background. Xavier who had rapidly grown from his small puppy size had been snuggled against me but was now howling and bounding over to Mark. He'd missed his dad. I'd missed him too. I smiled as I watched Mark playing with Xavier. They were both so adorable. His eyes widened slightly as they found mine.

"I thought you'd be sleeping." He said awkwardly.

I shook my head and bit my lip.

Mark usually wrapped me up in hugs and kisses when he came home from touring. It was the moment I looked forward to most. Feeling his warm, strong arms wrap around me and just breathing him in. But he was just standing over in the corner of the room watching me nervously.  My stomach churned. This wasn't good.

"Mark what's going on? You won't answer any of my calls. You're standing way over the other side of the room right now. What really happened that night I left? I've been so worried. I couldn't sleep thinking about you and how we left things-"

Mark frowned and shook his head. He wouldn't even look at me. Every time I tried to catch his eye he'd look away.

"Were you ever going to tell me about it?" He whispered quietly.

I frowned and moved across to Mark but he drew back from me keeping our distance. I felt my chest tighten.

"About what?" I asked.

"About you and Tom." He said darkly.

I gasped. He knew. My stomach dropped to my toes. He looked so hurt. So betrayed. And I'd never felt like more of an asshole in my entire life than I did right now.  

"Mark- if you'd just let me explain-"

"There's nothing to explain. I get it. It's Tom. And it's you. Makes perfect sense."

I sighed. He was so defensive there's no way he'd let me explain.  He had every right to be mad and upset with me though so I didn't blame him for acting the way he was right now.

"Mark it wasn't like that -"

"Tom going behind my back nothing new. But you...I mean I really thought- I thought for once that this...us...was what you really wanted. I thought you were happy."

I swallowed the lump of emotion that had formed in my throat down. His heart was breaking. And this time it was all my fault.

"I am happy. This, us, you it is what I want. It's all I ever wanted."