Sorry, Neighbors!

Chapter 8: Friends

(Mark's POV)

My phone buzzed as I was cleaning up breakfast. Or, attempted to help clean up breakfast. (y/n) would barely let me dry a dish.

It was a text from Wade. Shit, I forgot Bob and Wade were coming today.

W- Dood.

M- Dood.

W- Flight lands in 30 min. U gonna b there?

M- Yep.

W- Cool.

I repeat. Shit.

I looked at (y/n). Damn, she looked tired. Her 'braces' were pulled up all the way, hiding her scars. She was pulling out her phone. She punched in her password, then gasped and fainted. I caught her before her head hit the floor.

I looked at the cause of her black out, then muttered, "Head - ripping is going to happen soon."

The headline was 'Victor Orlando Rouge Break Out!' The CNN article stated that the day before the break out, he had threatened the life of (y/n).

Head - ripping is going to happen soon.

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30 minutes later...
(Your POV)

I came to when Mark was about to leave to pick up Bob and Wade. He promised to fill them in on not touchy subjects.

Well, assfarts. This fronking sucks.

When I had woken up, Mark had seemed pissed. He was staring at the article, and I guess he had drawn his own - very right - conclusions. Poop was hitting the fan.

At least Markimoo wouldn't be bored. That was certain. Ugh.

I would love some boredom. Boredom would be greatly appreciated. Thank the gods.

That was what I was thinking when Mark, who was looking kinda pale and dark - eyed, stepped into veiw.

"Where shall we begin?" He asked.
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