Make You Smile

Do it for me now.

Mark's P.O.V

November 8th

I hadn't heard from Taylor in 2 weeks. I wasn't surprised. I'd told her not to call. I'd hung up on her. I'd just been so fucking hurt and mad that night.

Nice going Mark you fucking asshole.

The jealousy, anger and heartache swirled inside me.

I picked up the pen and paper next to me.

"Love. This is getting harder,
And I can't seem to pick you out of the crowd.
But you, my dear, have been discovered a liar.
And I'm afraid that this is building up for far too long."

Love only ever led to hurt. I should have known better. Was she with him now? Were they in bed together? Naked? Making love? I felt sick.

I glanced at the gold wedding band on my finger.

Fuck this shit. I'm not being a pathetic loser anymore. I'm fighting for whatever fucking piece of me she still wants. If she still wanted any part of me at all. I didn't care if he was sick from taking all that shit. I didn't care that we hadn't spoken in months. I was going over there to kick the shit out of him.

"Xavier I'm taking you around to the nice lady next door. Daddy is going to take mommy back from an asshole."

I said as I clipped his leash on and hurriedly packed a bag.

I'd wait on standby for the next flight out. As long as it took. I wasn't giving her up. I loved her. What the fuck had I been doing moping around here for 2 weeks writing a bunch of "I hate Tom" songs like a pathetic loser? I was invigorated with a sense of purpose for the first time in a long time.

First I was going to apologise for being an asshole to her. I had to show her I trusted her if I hadn't already fucked that up. She said she hadn't did anything with Tom and that she loved me...So I should believe her. It was that simple. But the fact was all those insecurities about not being good enough for her or anyone still came into head from time to time. And that was why I always fucked things up. This whole thing had been my fault. I only hoped it wasn't too late to fix it.

Taylor's P.O.V

I smiled as Tom put his old, acoustic guitar down. His voice sounded different. Raw, older, broken but it sounded good. It was good to hear him play again. And that he had the strength and energy to play again now. He looked great too.

"Well what do you think? I wrote it about you you know and how you always make me feel like things will be ok no matter what. I mean...I made it more like romantic and shit because people like to make out to music you know? And songs about friendship just don't sell. But I think what we have is just as important as that romantic stuff you know?"

I laughed. He was so sweet.

"Yeah I get it. Thanks. It sounds good DeLonge. Really good."

Tom smiled at me and came over and hugged me tight unexpectedly. The papers I'd had in my hand for work scattered on the floor.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you ok?" I mumbled into his shoulder.

"Nothing. Yeah For the first time in a long time I think I am."

"Good."

I held Tom tighter and smiled. These past few weeks had been rough and I'd needed Tom as much as he'd needed me.