"Hey babe, get ready tonight because I have a special present for you 💦"
"Excuse me sir but I don't want your 'special present'"
"Stop playing games with me cream puff."
"I'm not your cream puff, you have the wrong number."
When two become one...
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You're my best friend if you know who that is 💕💋
Ok back to story ♡
"Hey, my name is depression, what about you?"
"I'm anxiety, nice too meet you depression."
"Nice to meet you too anxiety."
Mark and I laugh at each other. "Wow you're so funny depression." He tells me, laying his head on my lap. "Anxiety gives me depression."
Mark's smile switches to a frown. He slaps my shoulder, whining, "I don't cause depression!"
I giggle, brushing his bangs out of his face. "I was joking, I'm not depressed." I assure to his knowledge, still playing with his hair.
"Good because if you really were, then I would beat the shit of the person who caused it." Mark puts his hands up in the air in fists, punching the air.
"Ok then, you're apparently my bodyguard." "Always have."
We both stay silent, listening the the rain pour down outside. The cool air of his apartment lingered of lemons and socks that have been forgotten to be washed. The scent will and is always there, never escaping Mark's life.
