Her Diary

Her Report

"I heard you have to write a report on someone for Karev's class," Mark said, playing with Madison's hair as they lay on his bed.

"Who?" Mark chuckled, remembering that Madi doesn't know him as Karev.

"Mr. Jackson."

"Oh, yeah. I'm writing about Buddy Holly." Mark looked at Madi in his arms, surprised.

"I would've thought you'd write about someone handsome, witty, and very talented." Mark smirked. "You know, with beautiful blue eyes." Mark lowered his eyes, batting his lashes.

"Brad's already doing Elvis, sweetie." Madison tried so hard not to laugh at Mark’s expression. His brows were furrowed, lips ajar, with a scowl on his face.

"Madison just kissed Mark's lips. "You're way too good for me to write about, that's all." Mark tightened his grip on Madison, burying his face in her hair.

"Mmmm... Have you started it yet? It is due in two days." Madison nodded,

"I want to hear it then." Madi moaned, shaking her hair. She's not really feeling like reading it to him. Plus, she personally thinks it’s utter crap.

"Nope."

"Please?"

"Nope."

"I have chocolate."

"Nope."

"I'll give you a kiss."

"Nope."

"But you love me."

"Nope," Smirked Madi. Marked gasped, putting a hand over his chest.

"Wow, babe, that's hurts!" He patted his chest. "Right here. Right in the heart!" They both chuckled, forgetting about the report. They just continued laid on his bed and watched some Criminal Minds.