Your P.O.V
Have you ever had one of those arguments where it just gets to out of hand and people you didn't intend to get hurt do get hurt?
Well I was dragged into one of those. I don't think I was supposed to hear it and it was probably a joke but it hurt.
It really did.
This is how it all happened....
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Hat films and Mark had just finished recording GTA with Sips. And as the Hat Films editor it was my job to edit it.
But my computer was down and in the process of being fixed but it was taking longer then expected so I worked in the common room.
There was something about Marks happy, cheery tone that made my heart flutter when his voice rang through a my headset.
Sighing I was close to finishing up the job when the trio and Mark walked in yelling about God knows what. Since I had a head set on so the yelling on the audio wouldn't bother others so I couldn't hear what they were saying but it sounded a little more than one of their petit meaningless squabbles.
I slowly slipped off my head phones to listen to what was being said.
"Oh shut your mouth Turps. Do you ever just be quiet?" Smith growled sitting down. Mark let out a laugh. "If anyone needs to sit up its (Y/N). She's always adding in her mostly unwanted opinions. She's the one who has to shut up." He tells them with a laugh.
The head set fell from my hands and hit the floor. Drawing the attention of all 4 men to me. Mark's face fell. "Shit, (Y/N) I-!"
"Forget it! If you think I should shut up I won't talk at all!" I shout before storming out. Wiping my eyes.
I could hear them calling my name as i walked past all the offices. But I didn't answer. I didn't want to speak.
I ran out of Yogtowers and to my flat. Where I sat all night not doing anything. Not talking, watching TV or YouTube. Not checking any social media.
I didn't want to be heard from.
Suddenly a soft knock came from my front door. I stayed completely still. And it knocked again. "(Y/N) I know your in there." It was Mark.
I stood up and walked to the door. Opening it with a creak. Turps stood there with a guilty look. "I'm really sorry (Y/N)." He said.
I crossed my arms and turned away from him. Still not uttering a word. "(Y/N). Can you say something? Please? I'd do anything to hear your voice again." He begged.
I turn my head slightly. Giving him a scowl. I think he got the hint. "Oh. So your giving me the silent treatment huh?" He asks. I nod and face away again.
He laughs. "Oh come on (Y/N). Speak? Please?" He asks. I shake my head like a child. Suddenly I'm scooped up and thrown over his shoulder. I squeak escapes my mouth.
"I heard that!" Turps said as he placed me onto the sofa. I laughed as he tickled me. "No! Stop! Please Turps! Please! MARK!!" I laugh.
He chuckles and stops. "You know people might think we're doing something else." He laughs. I blush a deep red.
"Of course you'd think that. Your Mark Turp-!" He cut me off by kissing me. I was so shocked that I didn't kiss back.
He pulled away slowly. "Sorry. I should have known that you didn't like me in that way." He said sadly as he walked to the door.
He liked me back.
"Mark wait." I say running after him. He turned to me and I placed a small kiss on his lips. He smiled and pulled me into another kiss.
"I never want you to stop talking. Your voice is like honey. So sweet and smooth. I love it." He said between kisses. I smile.
"Now. I know how to tease you."
