The girl beside him was not his girlfriend. The faded purple bed sheets that lay against his body did not belong to his girlfriend but instead belonged to his best friend. Mark found himself longing for her the night before. Of course, she had had feelings for the boy years ago but once he had found himself a lover she had shoved her feelings away. Mark hadn't realized he had some sort of feelings for y/n until halfway through The Outsiders.
I was so focused on the church that I hadn't noticed Mark inch himself closer to me. I was only snapped out of my daze when Mark had placed his hand on my cheek turning my face to meet his gaze. "Hi," I whispered all of the feelings that I had pushed away had come back so fast I had forgotten about the girl only a twenty-minute drive away. I had closed the space between me and my longtime friend before I had time to convince myself to do otherwise. When I had finally remembered about his girlfriend, It was too late. He had kissed me back and I was on his lap, the movie going fully to waste. I can't even remember him standing but when we broke the kiss, we were standing in my room.
When I opened my eyes, blinding light and memories of hours before came flooding back to me. I mumbled an incoherent sentence to myself as I noticed Mark was gone. I sighed and decided to get clothes. Once I was clean and clothed, I walked down the steps to see Mark in pajama bottoms and an old shirt. "Oh, I thought you left." I laughed, "Had I known you were still here I probably wouldn't have taken my time to get down here." He smiled and motioned to the plate of food behind him, "Food is served, I guess." I laughed again and grabbed it. I hadn't gotten to the point of talking about the events that played out last night. 'Fuck, and of course I was sober.' I thought. Usually, both sets of people had to be intoxicated but Mark can't drink so I blame myself, except I was sober, 98% sober. Mark had sat down at the table with me. 'Please don't wanna talk, please don't wanna talk, please don't wanna-' "We should probably talk." 'Damn it.' I nodded, quaintly. "Uhm, well-" He gave a sort of laugh before continuing "I guess I should ask if you are alright? I mean, that’s kinda personal but I guess I've seen you naked so like, i guess nothing is personal anymore, unless you want it to stay personal than you can just ignore me-" "I'm ok." I laughed. He smiled, "That's good. I just thought I'd check." I nodded. "Mark, you should- Are you gonna tell her?" I asked before I kicked him out. "I should, but I love her a lot now, I don't want to hurt her, and besides it was an one-something, right?" I had nodded again despite me not wanting it to just be a one time thing. "She already doesn't like you, I shouldn't give her a reason to not like you. So, maybe not." I understood. He had loved this girl so much that he willingly had sex with me and now refused to tell her just because he didn't want her to not like me, even though she already does. "Yeah, i get it." I sighed. "You should go, you don't want her to get suspicious." He smiled and kissed my forehead before grabbing his stuff and leaving. It never made sense. Why have sex with a girl when you have a girl you claim to love? and why would he stay? I don't want him to leave, I want him to be with me. I don't want him to have to lie to his girlfriend, maybe pretending it never happened was the best idea.
But, to him, maybe pretending I never happened was the best idea.
