How To Love Someone

Try And Rub Him Out. [B2]

Mark laid there, his head upon his arm, staring up at the ceiling. Recently he'd been thinking of Luke a bit more, ever since he passed his house on a short walk not too long ago. He had stopped to gaze at it and even dared to knock upon the door which he was grateful wasn't answered; if Luke had answered he'd probably ask who he was that or bitch at him. Just what Mark needed.

Uncrossing his long legs, tugging up his tight dark blue jeans Mark stepped across the room, drawing the curtain away to shed some light in his shabby apartment. Mark couldn't get anywhere that was expensive. Downtown, falling apart and a number of other things was his best shot at a place to stay, while he went to college. Mark worked at the nearest gas station, just as a cashier. Wasn't bad, but it wasn't great and with these old memories coming back it was getting slightly darker. Mark was good with Luke; they'd left it at neutral, not friends nor enemies. But those sweet memories from when they were younger feeding ducks or playing tag, maybe laughing at joke together, those, those were the days Mark wished were back or still here.

Snatching a jacket up, the brown haired male left his apartment building, lifting a cigarette to his paled lips, with a quick flick it was lit and he was blowing out puffs of smoke through his mouth and nose like a handsome dragon.

Mark strolled lazily on the way to his work, ruffling his hair around at least in a way to make it appear proper, but still messy in the style he had adopted in these past years. He had taken in a couple other things as well, snake bites, a piercing just above his lips, tight jeans (mostly a dark shade of blue) and his leather boots, the jean legs drawn over them. He had changed not only in appearance, but in attitude. Mark wasn't all that quiet and kind as he was when a child, he had learned to stand up and say no, taking something as his own. He learned it was alright to be selfish once in a blue moon...if only he had realized this a few years back.

Smoke pillowed out before Mark, his warm eyes staring out over the crack sidewalk, "Ugh." He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling a cool wind blow upon him. It certainly wasn't summer anymore, it made Mark frown, he wanted to go to the beach a bit more this year, but things never go as planned.  

Mark blew out upon his hands, rubbing them together to try and generate some heat, Mark never was one for the cold seasons, he enjoyed the boiling sun of summer, he liked to sweat. It usually meant showers afterwards and Mark loved showers as well.

Once at work Mark had to just stand behind the counter, taking people's money and giving them back change. It was nothing too exciting, but Mark had to pay for his education by himself and anything he could get was better than nothing. 'Nothing at all.' Tapping upon the countertop with his fingertip Mark let his mind slip away from his work, thinking of that boy from what seemed like ages ago. There wasn't a doubt in Mark's mind that Luke still remembered him, unless he fell and hit his head pretty hard and got amnesia, then...Mark chuckled softly at that idea, if that were the case he could probably weave a tale about how Luke had loved him and they were together for so long. Course lying might get the better of Mark and he'd have to confess to his mistake sooner or later.  

After work Mark decided to head home, but an idea fell into his head. 'Go to the beach.' He looked up at the sky, staring at the fall sun. "The beach...Hrm." He inclined his thin eyebrow, but with a shrug he tugged his pants higher and set off in the beach's general direction.

Mark didn't reach it till way after the sun had vanished and the moon was now dominating the cold night sky. Mark wrapped his arms tightly around his shoulders, secretly wishing that he had brought a heavier coat to help with the cold.

It was pretty deserted, then again who would come so late in the season? Mark drew in a breath, up until this time he had a craving to light another cigarette, but being here in this environment his urge was suddenly vanquished. He stared out over the pitch black waters and the endless sky, puffs of steam passing through his lips as the cold air stung at his throat. The birds were silent all there was, was the sound of waves crashing upon the shores. Mark closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath of the salt air, tasting it on his tongue. The beach, a haven...

A shout snapped Mark out of it; he looked towards it, spotting two figures battling it out with one another. Mark guessed it was something to do with a lover's quarrel, but as he continued onward and closer examined the scene he noticed a dark haired fellow trying to shove the other away, there was another, he had lighter hair, a nice brown, but extremely dark eyes, he had one of his toned arms around the skinny one, smirking and talking to him in some suggestive tone.

Mark had no clue what came over him, he stood before the couple, hearing the smaller boy whimper and plead for the other to leave him alone while pushing at him as much as possible, "Excuse me?" He called out, hands upon his hips as he glowered at the short and stocky man. Mark doubted he could do anything to hurt the guy, but...He'd risk it to help the poor kid out.

Their eyes met, Mark could feel his get wide as the other's kid. Moon gray eyes stared back at Mark's, strands of raven falling before them. The way his face rounded, the way his eyes felt like they were boring down into you, seeing right through a façade, Mark had a feeling he knew who he was, but just in case he was wrong his mouth was shut.

Mark strode forward, fiddling with his pockets and discovering all he had was a cellphone, which could come in handy...No. Not really. So far the man said nothing, just stared at Mark as he walked up to them, when Mark had come within a foot or two of them he pulled his arm back. The smaller boy, seeing as he had a chance clenched his fist then slammed it against the guy's...Well, you can guess. Mark felt himself flinch and he stepped away from the now savage looking boy.

The moon light illuminated the pale skin of the kid, his bright eyes glowering down at the male who had dared to lay hands upon his body, strands of black flying around his head. "Thanks." He whispered a soft voice with a twinge of anger mixed in. Looking over his shoulder, he examined Mark, "May I ask you name?"

Mark swallowed his full name? "Mark." He held out his hand and to his expectations the male shied away from it, as if it was a viral plague, "Mark Demascus."  

The boy nodded, looking down at the groaning fellow holding onto himself, "Ah. Well, pleasant." He turned to walk away, but Mark hurried to step before him, staring down into those pools of grey.

"And you are?"

He drew in a breath, leaning his dark haired head to the other side, a smirk playing on his paled lips, "We should go feed some ducks, Mark."  

Mark sucked in a breath though his teeth, well this wasn't weird at all. It was odd to believe that Mark had thought about him most of the day today and how he wanted to see him...And what do you know? Luke appears. "I don't know...." He began, rubbing the back of his neck again.

Luke had started to slip away into the dark, he had turned to glare back at Mark with those bright eyes, "Don't think that you can rub me out..."