A/N: The song is You're My Best Friend by Queen
Mark came and got me later in the evening. "Still doing laundry?" he asked. I was, and that's why I wasn't quite dressed. "Um...yeah, kind of." I came to the door in a sports bra and shorts. "My good stuff is still in the wash." I swear he turned a bit red, but I couldn't convince myself that it happened. "So can you still give me a hand?" he asked. "Of course." I replied, walking outside. "Not gonna lie, I did most of the heavy lifting. There's just boxes of shit that need put away." I shrugged. "Fine with me." We walked into his house and he took me over to the boxes. I started unpacking everything from towels to crock pots. "You have a lot of shit." I said, putting away a stack of dishes. "I know, thank my mom for that. Most of that stuff is stuff she sent me because she felt like I needed it." I laughed. "My parents are the same way. They keep sending me things no matter what I tell them." "I guess that's what parents do." he replied. "Yeah how are yours?" I cringed right after saying that. Fucking idiot, you know better...oh Jesus, he's never gonna talk to me again. "Um...my mom is good...my stepmom's good too." he said. "I'm sorry." I muttered. "Honest mistake, it's alright (y/n)." I kept unpacking and putting things away. The next time I looked up at the clock, it was after midnight. "Oh my god, I should get going." I said, standing. Mark followed my gaze. "Time flies when you're having fun." he said. "It does, but it's so late. You must be really tired." He shrugged. "I stay up late a lot, I'm okay, actually." "I really didn't feel like packing it in, but...it felt strange being here late." "You can stay but I understand if you have to go. You have to travel to your job." "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, crossing my arms. "N-nothing bad. I was just saying." "I may or may not have the day off tomorrow, Mark." I said. "Wanna stay?" he asked. "Sure, fuck it. I'm already halfway into this box anyway." I kept unpacking and I felt the heat of his vision landing on me. I ignored it, thinking he was probably watching his stuff. I stood up and stretched. "I'm bushed." I said. 'Maybe I should go get some sleep and come back tomorrow." "You can sleep here." he said. Sleep here? I blushed deeply. "I can?" He patted the couch. "Alright." I said, laying on the couch. He moved to the other one. "I'm actually feeling a bit tired myself. I might turn in." he said, sprawling out. I pulled out my phone and used my white noise app. I heard Mark laugh. "You still can't sleep without sound. You haven't changed a bit." I smiled and started drifting. "Good night, Mark." "Night, (y/n)."
I woke up the next morning to the sound of rain and Mark running around frantically. "We have a situation, (y/n)." he said. I sprang up. "What's wrong?" "This house leaks!" I saw the water on the floor. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make me laugh. "Oh my god, Mark, only you." I said, grabbing a mop. "Just...push it outside? I dunno." He looked stressed for a moment before laughing. "Oh god...I need a contractor." he said, looking up. "Is it coming from the ceiling, or under the door?" "That's what I'm trying to see. Looks like it's coming from the deck. Great." he said. "Whoever built it made it look nice, but it's not fucking practical." He shook his head. "Look at you, you're soaked." he said. "I'd tell you to run home and change, but...it's even wetter outside." I shrugged. "It's only water, I'll live." I said. "I know, but I feel bad." "Well, now we know you need a contractor...and look, it's not coming in so much anymore." He dropped a few kitchen towels down. "We gotta get this cleaned up." he said. I helped him soak up and wipe up the water. A bit later, we had it all handled, and the door was blocked off at the bottom. "That should be good enough for now." he said. "True." I replied. I looked at myself. I really was soaked. I shivered a bit. "Come on, I'll let you throw on a t-shirt or something. You're not freezing to death because of me." I followed him into he living room and he pulled a t-shirt out of a box. "Throw it on." he said. I did so and felt better. "Pants...I have no idea where they're at." I pointed at a box. "Grab any." he said. I picked up a pair of sweats and threw them on, too. "Feel better?" he asked. I nodded. "Good. Hungry? I mean I can't cook anything right now, but I can drive." "It's alright." I said, not wanting to be a bother. "No, seriously, anything. I'm fucking starving. I kinda forgot to eat yesterday." "Who forgets to eat?" I asked, laughing. "Me." he replied. "Alright, here's my Amex, just pick up something." "No thanks, I'm paying." he said. I put my hand on my hip. "I'll be back...just try to make sure the water doesn't come back." I laughed. "I'll try to fix the rain situation." I replied, watching him walk outside.
