Outlaws

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Skye

"Thank you Michael for everything."

"It was nice meeting you and your friend. I'll let Jacob know how it went and everything."

"Thanks again, see you later."

Mark and I walk out the dress shop and we walk back to my car. As we distant our way from the shop windows I look over at mark and I notice that he's not smiling like he usually does.

"What's wrong mark?"

"Nothing, just thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

"Nothing important, just.."

"Just what?"

"You."

I stayed silent for a minute but realized that I couldn't just say nothing.

"Me?"

"Yeah, I'm thinking about you. I don't know, I'm always thinking of you."

I felt my heart flutter, his words are simple but yet so breath taking. I grab mark's hand and hold it tightly with mine. I could feel mark's surprised look on me, but I couldn't look at him right now, I felt nervous. I lean my head against his arm and we walk like that until we made it into my car.

Once inside I start the car and just drive back home. Mark goes onto his phone and I notice mark with a wide mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"I was just on Tumblr and I was on my tag and I saw a bunch of photos of us."

"Like from your video?"

"That too but from right now."

"Right now? Your fans work really fast."

"My god hundreds of notes and comments. Some are 'I ship them so hard.' 'I knew they were together.' 'They look cute together.' 'MARK HAS A GIRLFRIEND! MARK HAS A GIRLFRIEND! OMG ITS YHE END!' They are so weird."

"So what does this mean? Do we say something?"

"Well let's see if this dies down and if it doesn't then we have to tell them something."

"Maybe it gives it away since I'm wearing your red flannel."

"Well shit."

"Shit indeed."

"Another note, 'THE RED FLANNEL! SHES DIFFIDENTLY WITH MARK! THE FLANNEL!"

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As Mark and I walked into my house, I came up with a small idea for us to do. Something fun and a bit dirty.

"Hey mark, do you feel like getting dirty today?"

"Define dirty."

"Come here and I'll show you."

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I drop a good amount of blue paint on the last blue circle of the twister placemat, and throw the bottle to the side. I look over to mark and say, "okay now it's just normal twister, except with paint. Now since we're both wearing white (we changed) we can now play. I say I'm going to beat your ass at twister paint."

"No I'm the king at twister, I will show you how it's done."

"Spin the wheel and show me what you're made of 'king'."

Mark then spins the small wheel and it lands left hand red.

"Go ahead and show me how it's done."