Nine Months Later

marks P.O.V

Wow that was...something..

I wasnt meant to kiss her like that...i was just meant to tease her to test if she liked me but damn...once my lips made the slightest contact i couldn't resist.

Does she really think im a bad kisser?... Well i can't ask her coz she'll think I'm a sissy for thinking about it.

But i am thinking about it. Im thinking about it a lot.

I've never felt that with anyone else, the way our lips moved together...i felt like they belong there.

she tasted like apple which just suddenly became my favourite fruit.

I just wanna...

"what are you thinking about so much" i heard an angelic voice say

I sat up realising it was her, the girl thats been on my mind since day one.

"um..fruit" i said scratching my hair awkwardly.

Damn it! Why am i so nervous.

"which fruit if you don't mind me asking" she said coming to sit next to me

"apples" i said finally looking in her direction

"apples?" she asked

"apples" i confirmed

" why " she said giggling

"because you taste like apples " i said looking at her closely to see how she'll react

"so youre thinking about me. Good to know" she said going to sit on her bed.

This girl drives me absolutely crazy with everything she does.

"mark" she called

Oh how my name rolls of her tongue so perfectly

"yes hun" i said

"dont call me that you idiot" she said jokingly

"ouch princess. You wound me deep" i said placing a hand on my chest

"yeah yeah whatever, can you like show me around tomorrow, i wanna get to know the city, you can be my personal tour guide" she said nudging my arm

"how personal are we talking about" i asked nudging her back

"ew you weirdo" ahe said getting up but tripped on her feet nd fell on my bed.

I like how close our beds were, they were like an arms length apart, and that was a good thing coz she didnt get hurt

"im okay" she said jumping up and fixing herself.

"why are you so clumsy" i asked her

"ha-ha" she laughed sarcastically

" im not clumsy" she snapped

"come on princess clumsiness is cute on a girl, especially a girl as beautiful as yourself" i said trying to flirt

She raised an eyebrow at me and looked a little taken back tht i actually used the word beautiful.

She simply cleared her throat and spoke.

"so are you gonna be ny tour guid or not?" she asked

"let me think about it...no" i said lying down on my bed and taking my phone out.

"what!!!? And why not!!?" she asked clearly angry

She looked like a kitten that thought it was a lion

" sorry to disappoint sweetheart but i hve things to do" i said swiping through my phone trying to avoid eye contact

"please just this one favor" she cried

"i dont do favors" i comfirmed

"i thought we were friends" she said

"Ugh please not one of these girly speeches. I've heard it one too many times" i complained

"do you know what your are?" she ased placing a hand on her hip

"well im hot, sexy, funny, charming, irrisistable, great kisser, smart..."

"thats just a long list of things youre not you douche bag" she interrupted

Okay she interrupted me when i was complementing myself, who does she think she is?

"bitch i don't know what rock you came from but no one interrupts me like that" i said getting mad

"ugh you cant tell me what to do" she yelled

"oh but you have no choice. I can be very...intimifating" i said standing up

She walked close to me and just stood infront of me

Then she finally spoke

"you.dont.scare.me.one.bit.bitch"

She said her warm apple breath fanning my face.

With that she walked towards the door and stopped.

"i'll be my own tour guide" she said and finally wlked out slamming the door.

Well okay then.

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