Chapter Nineteen: Scared?

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Chapter Nineteen: Scared?

By the way, guys, I have decided that I am going to muddle up the time a bit, so I will be saying that Mark is publishing videos at different points than he actually did. Does that make sense?

Btw, excuse the gif, I though it was funny xD

Ellie

When on the plane, Mark reaches out and entwines his fingers with mine. I smile gratefully at him, feeling extremely nervous about leaving Ohio. I had never been out of the state for more than a month, so being away from there forever was a huge step. I squeeze Mark’s hand slightly in thanks for taking my hand in his. It sure does help ease the nerves, even if I get the sensation of being on a rollercoaster when his skin brushes mine.

I rest my head on my spare hand, gazing out of the window at the clouds. From this point, where I can see all of the white, puffy clouds, it makes the world look as if it has been taken over by snow.

I unhook my hand from Mark’s as I reach for my plane bag, pulling out my sketchbook and few pencils. I place it in my lap, chewing the end of a pencil for a moment as I think of something to draw. I hadn’t drawn since… well, you know what, and I had been lacking of inspiration since.

Before I can let an overwhelming amount of ideas attack my mind as they usually do, I press the pencil to the paper and begin sketching. For a while, I’m not even quite sure what I’m drawing. However, I soon begin to mutate the smooth curves into two people. Two people who are posing goofily, their eyes crossed and their cheeks sucked in.

Mark lets out a small laugh, so I pause and turn to him with a questioning expression.

“What’s funny?” I ask.

“Oh, it’s just that I remember when we took a picture like that.” He says, nodding his head to my drawing. I scan over the sketch for a moment, trying to recall the memory. Soon, the time of when I had finally turned twenty-one and we both went out and got shit-faced drunk flashes before my eyes. We had found a photo booth at the mall, don’t ask how we ended up there, and we had took a bunch of goofy pictures. I let out my own laugh.

“Oh, yeah. I remember that, too,” I say, reaching for my purse which is stuffed into my bag. I pull it out, revealing the picture. “This?” I ask, handing it over to him. Mark takes it from me, peering at it for a moment. A grin spreads on his face.

“Yeah, that,” He tells me, passing the crumpled and slightly faded picture back to me. “You still have it?” He asks, looking a little surprised.

“It was only four years ago. Yes, Mark, I still have it.” I say, stuffing the picture into my purse again and then shoving that into my bag.

“You know, I was going to ask you out on your birthday.” He mutters, and I turn to him with a stupid smile on my face.

“Honestly? That’s adorable. Why didn’t you?” I ask, looking at him.

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