Markimash OneShot Collection!

Oneshot I - Seven Minutes In Heaven

        I look at the clock. 2:30AM. Why is this keeping me up? It's just a game, it means nothing, but somehow it does. It all started with that one request. It was simple for the other players Bob, Wade, and Jack, but not for Mark and I. No. We had to play Seven Minutes In Heaven. This is every fangirl's dream, to play Seven Minutes In Heaven with Mark or I, or for us to play. Why did Jack even dare us to do it? Why didn't I or Mark chicken out? Why did we do the things we did in the closet? And why did I enjoy it?

- SIX HOURS BEFORE -

        "Yes! My turn. Nice truth Bob though, very clever." Jack said excitedly. Bob laughs and nods in responce. "Okay, let's see," Jack rubbed his hands together evily, "Mark! Truth or Dare?" Jack snickered. "Oh, you know what I'm gonna pick." Mark said with a chuckle, "Dare!" We are all sitting in a circle, most of us with our legs criss-crossed. We all looked at Jack for his dare. We all know that Jack's dare is either gonna be sexual, embarrasing, dangerous, or all of the above. Jack looked behind him where we are seated in Bob's hotel room. There stands a big closet. You could fit two people in the closet. Jack looks back at Mark and smiles. "I dare you to play Seven Minutes In Heaven with Yami."

        The room becomes quiet. The atmosphere is mixed with my embarrassment and my shock. I glance over to Mark, who is sitting next to me. He blushed and looks back at Jack with a simple answer. "Okay." Mark gets up. I am still seated on the carpeted floor. Mark looks down to ask, "You coming or what?" I nod and get up. We walk to the closet and Mark opens the doors for me. "After you, sir." Mark says jokingly and I laugh nervously. I step into the dark closet and Mark closes the door behind us. "Your guys' seven minutes start now!" We heard Jack's muffled voice shout. 

        "Well," Mark said in the dark, "This is cozy." Which is true. We're practially pressed up against each other and we can't see. "Maybe there's a light switch in here." I murmer, feeling the walls. Finally, after what feels like forever, I find one. I switch it on and turn back to Mark. He looks me up and down oddly. He's biting his lip, checking me out. Wait, is he checking me out? Mark is about to speak but I interupt him. "Mark, can we try something?" I don't know why I said this. I just, wanted to get it moving somewhere. Mark manages to stammer out, "Uhh, s-sure." Slowly, but carefully, I step closer. I go on my tippy-toes until I'm at Mark's face level. I move my face closer to his, and then I rub my nose against his.

        An Eskimo kiss. I know Mark was not expecting this type of kiss, since he didn't rub his nose back at first. He soon did. God, I don't know why I decided to do this, but I am glad I decided to. I pull back and he chuckles, "Ready for a real kiss?" I blush and nod. I'm still on my tippy-toes as he pulls me in for a kiss. His lips taste like cherry vanilla, yet it is still somewhat maculine. I kiss back, and oh my, I was addicted the minute our lips crashed. I put my hands around his neck as he did so with my waist. He kissed for what seemed like only a little while until Jack opened the closet doors without warning.

        "Ok, time's u-" Jack says until he sees what the situation was in the closet. Mark and I pull away quickly, praying Bob and Wade didn't see. I look over to Mark, seeming him flushed probably not only embarrassment, but from the kiss. I probably look the same way. "I, u-uhh," Jack tries to put into words. Mark chuckles nervously. "Maybe you should knock before you come in, Jackipoo." Mark laughs that nervous, but hearty laugh and walks out of the closet. Jack makes eyecontact with me for a second. I nod and manage to smile, trying hard not to trail too far behind from Mark.

-PRESENT TIME-

I get shivers from the memory. I want to kiss him again. I feel shame when I say this, but a little voice inside my head says it's okay. It's okay that you want to kiss him again. It's okay you want him to cuddle with you. It's okay you want to hold his hand. It's okay you wan't to be more than friends. You wanna know why, the little voice in my head asks? Because he feels the same way too.

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Hope you enjoyed! Sorry if it was a little short. They'll be longer, I just wrote this quick one out of boredom! I'll try to update this collection every four-seven days. Love ya! -Sameena