I Have A Story To Tell

chapter #1

Mark POV:
Hang on life why so rushing up...I don't get you sometimes where you want me to go or may I ask where are you are taking me just know that I'm innocent don't be harsh on me.
My day begins with a morning jogging, then have a warm shower which is actually my favorite thing, then a family breakfast only with my grandmother as my father Gabriel Norman is controlling a vast business throughout the country so is very busy in traveling and meetings and my mom Anna Gabriel is busy in handling my father and her fashion world...I also belong to that world but it's different.
Next after breakfast, the actual day begins.....

"Marky...Marky where are you?"
And that's how it is...my best bud, my childhood, school friend, my crime partner, my secret holder, my personal secretary...ugh OK he's actually my Manager... Hell, what is not he to me...if he was a girl I would definitely have married her or if I was gay but both are invalid here in the scenario.
His lovey-dovey name is James Warner.

"How many times I have to tell you it's not Marky and don't call me that it makes me feel like a girl....heck with this name..... it's only Mark" I  explained.
like a billionth time but it just flies over his head I know that exactly what he thinks. who I'm fooling God knows.

"Yadah yadah ....blah blah enough of this ... it's not even Mark, you know that"he started laughing at his own joke but he's right Mark is just a name the world knows me with, my actual birth name is Mathew Gabriel. My grandma calls me Matt and my parents call me Mark. Dad believes that one day I will leave a Mark on the face of the earth but what exactly I don't know?
James call me Matt too but sometimes to tease me he call me Marky.

"Don't OK". ...my expression changes, "That name is a secret"I point out as no one actually knows that even in university everyone calls me Mark.

" I'm not revealing to the world.....so chillaxxxx" he jumps to my beloved couch along with the dirty boots I simply push him down. No one does that and no one is allowed to do that to my couch.

"What the hell..." He screams when his nose hits the floor that brings me enough inner peace and a mocking smile on my face. He continues "Wait for it your wife will most probably change you " he smiles still lying on the floor "and what if she does that to your couch" he added still rubbing his nose with the left hand.

"I will decide later what to do with her ...now tell me what are you doing here and what are the plans for the day," I ask. No matter he knows his job but still waits patiently for me to ask him.

"Finally sir you asked" he mocked and add, "I thought you will never ask"

"Such a drama king" I tease him a little. teasing a friend is a real blissful feeling ever. Do experience it.

"Isn't it drama queen or something...." He asked

"Why ...who are you Veronica Stiles" the name slip out of my tongue before I even notice and my friends it was a trigger for" .....................

"Veronica ..oh! Your current girlfriend... Where you find her....where you met her....when you start dating her...is she hot...you got her when?? How??? where?? Tell me! Tellll! Meeee!"

"........ for him to start" his questions and curiosity definitely makes him a girl . He truly fulfill the quote "curiosity kills the cat". He loves gossiping like a girl.

" Why this name sounds too familiar .......Veronica! Veronica... Ver.....Oh! got is she's an actor too just like you her drama "The Waves" is just hitting the sky"
This is one thing you should know about my friend that he loves to watch serials too. I'm an actor but hell I don't watch serial OK I just love doing it. heck with it I don't even watch my own dramas.

"Took you too long to figure it out" I shrug at his nonserious self.

"Don't roundy round the question itself and answer me how you trap her?" he asked while hitting my ribs with his elbow.
I push him aside "don't do that and I don't know her personally. I never ever met her not in some awards. I don't even get a chance to work with her. I know her as she's the rising face on screen nowadays nothing else. We never met before ."

"You mention it twice you never met her" he point out like such a jerk he is.

"Yes to pass is through your thick skull," I said

"Wait a minute... Are you waiting for a chance to work with her".....his smiles wide with his own pretentious assumption " you wanna work with her" he stirs a pot and adds sugar to it?

"There we go again"I sighed and comfortably settle my self on the couch. Whenever I talk to him about a girl he ends up making my long run affair stories. I hate this side of his so I make it damn sure not to take any girl's name in his presence not even unintentionally.
But come on it's part of my job to talk about my co-stars, fangirls, colleagues ecteraectera but Veronica Stiles I don't know why her name slips my tongue. we never work together but that doesn't mean I never meant to.OK give the girl a little credit she deserves that... She's quite a looker her brown eyes go well with her black hair and a fair complexion. Her height is round about 5'7 if she ever stands in front of me she will surely be touching my shoulder or maybe face cuz I'm 6'1 which is fair enough for my job. In short, I do notice her as an actor she starts her career as a child star just like me but unfortunately, we never get a chance together.

" Will you stop daydreaming man...I lost you somewhere here" James tab on my forehead as a child he is.

"Don't do that" I push his tabbing hand down my face.

"OK stopped it ....not doing any more enough of all this nonsense... Come to the main point why I'm actually here this very beautiful morning....." He purposely takes a deep breath to continue what he is best in "Fiona summoned you and you have exactly fifteen minutes from now to attend the meeting she has arranged for your next project"

"What??" I almost shout. Now he was giving me a panic attack."Couldn't you mention that earlier" I make a run for my dresser to get ready. Fiona is a firecracker when she's angry.

"Then where is the fun in that" James shouting from the room when he again takes his most comfortable place on my beloved couch.