(h/c) = hair colour
You told Mark to give you some time to get washed and changed as you said your quick goodbye and went back to your own apartment. You made a mental note of the furniture you needed, looking around the flat to see what kind of thing you should look for and where it would go.
After a quick shower and a change into a pair of jeans and a black blouse, you ran a brush through your tangled (h/c) hair and made your way back next door to grab him.
You drove as you two went down to Walmart, it just seemed easier than to go from store to store to try and find everything you needed.
Along the way, Mark found some awful 80's radio station and sang out of key. By the time you had parked, your sides were aching from laughing so hard.
It didn't take long to find a bed, it was only a futon, but it would do for now. You also bought a few flat pack things, a coffee table, a closet. You needed to order your sofa, but that was fine, you didn't need a sofa, you didn't even have TV at the moment... but all in good time. You still needed to get food. You were thankful for the money you'd put aside for the wedding, that was coming in handy...
"Fancy something better than pizza for dinner tonight?" Mark asked, pushing the shopping trolley towards groceries.
"Nothing is better than pizza" you chuckle, standing on the other end of the trolley as Mark pushed you around.
"True... if you really want pizza, I can find a place around here..." he smiled, swerving a little to make you shake.
"I don't know... I thought you were going to help me put my bed together" you grin, gripping the trolley tighter.
"Ah you're right" he chuckled, starting to turn you down the grocery aisles, slowing a little so you could grab some things and put them into the trolley.
"So the guys will be around with the sofa on... Sunday" you mumble, grabbing a box of cereal. "When I get paid I'll be able to get a TV... I can use my Xbox as a DVD player" you mumble, thinking about everything you left at your ex's house.
"I'm surprised how much stuff you need to buy" Mark frowned, looking along the shelves. "You must've been in a hurry..."
"Well, yeah... kinda" you sigh, hopping off the trolley and walking along side it. "I'm just glad to be away from him..."
"He sounds like a real douche..." Mark sighed, patting your back a little "You're better off not with him..."
"I know" you smile, grabbing a few boxes of cookies.
"Is that why you're still wearing an engagement ring?" Mark mumbled, looking up at you. You look down at your hand and sigh, playing with the ring a little.
"It just feels... weird, taking it off" you mumble, you'd been engaged to your boyfriend for almost two years...
"I understand" Mark smiled, pulling you into an awkward hug.
"I guess I could get some money of I pawned the ring..." you mumble, looking down at it once more before going back to shopping.
"You don't need to give it up until your ready, I'm sorry I brought it up" Mark frowned, taking hold of the trolley again.
"It's fine, I'm glad someone actually wants to talk to me about it... my family told me ages ago that he was no good... that he was dangerous, but I didn't listen" You smile.
