twentythree || distant

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                Standing in front of Mark made me have butterflies

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Standing in front of Mark made me have butterflies. This is the first time I felt like this before, minus the times when he was flirty and being himself. He hasn't notice my supposively, nice outfit, and combed hair. One of the other first thing that I have done. We are just staring at eachother, awkwardly smiling.

           "So...um.. how'd you sleep?" Mark asked after scratching his head.

            "Oh, it was fine!" I commented while twirling my hair. Hopefully he notices my hair and outfit. I usually just wear baggy clothes or clothes I could find.

           "That's great...." Mark cleared his throat and straightened up. "Why are we like this?"

              Woah, that was a random question. But I would've asked the same exact thing. No hate bro.

          "I don't really know. We've been really distant this morning." I commented.

           "Why?" He took a step forward literally standing right in front of me, which I have no problem staring at him.

             "...um... you haven't notice?" I awkwardly asked.

             He shook his head in reply waiting for an answer from me. I tried gesturing to my outfit and hair. Nothing, nothing. He hasn't notice anything.

            "Fine. I was waiting until you noticed my...outfit and hair..." I looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact.

            I heard a sigh in front of me before feeling a pair of hands onto my shoulders. Mark is holding my shoulders! Just by this action, I'm already blushing. Lord help me.

   
            "I did notice but I didn't think it was a big deal." He said bluntly.

           My heart broke, maybe in four fifths. I tried something new for him. Just for him. But I guess, it's no big deal.

You didn't even tell him that you tried something new for him.

            I looked at Mark who looked confused. Oh confused little Marky Poo.

       "Are you okay?" He questions now touching my hair.

        My heart began to beat, beating out of my chest.

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