The stupid speech jammer even messed up my sentences after I turned it off. I was laughing so hard that my sides were hurting as I tried to keep Mark from wheezing. We shut off the game after hours and hours of raging, laughing, and showing off.

"Thank you, Mark!" I said squinting my eyes with cheer. He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "No problem!"

Marks POV

Tell her God damnit!!!

I ignored the voices in my head, knowing they would get me nowhere if I just pondered over them. "So...it's 5:32! What do you want to do this fine evening?" She asked still more excited. "Well..." I hesitated. Looking around I found nothing but a my iPhone. "We caaan.....prank phone call some people. If that doesn't sound too lame or whatever." I suggested. But (y/n) wasn't paying attention at all. She was too busying studying all the picture that hung in the recording room.

Your POV

"Is this....you?" I asked as I spotted a picture of someone looking almost exactly like Mark. "Oh," he hesitated. "Uh no....that's my dad." He choked out.

"Wow," I whispered in awe. "He looks just like you." Mark didn't say anything, but when I heard a sniffing sound, I spun right around.
"Mark, what's wrong?" I asked walking toward him cautiously. "Oh...n-nothing." He answer wiping away small and tiny tears. I could get the memo.
"Mark, I'm sorry. I didn't know..." I said quietly. I pulled Mark into a hug as he sobbed out. This was...new.
I never heard Mark cry before. It made me feel, broken inside. Like I wanted to help him in some way. I hugged him tighter as his sobs softened. He slowly pulled away and looked into my eyes. My legs felt like jelly as I stared into his deep, brown, Hershey eyes. He made me feel safe. And I loved that feeling. We did nothing, we said nothing, we just let our eyes do the talking.

Mark placed his warm hand under my chin. I let him. My muscles clenched as Mark slowly leaned in. His eyes closed but mine stayed wide open. When I felt a warm feeling pressed on my lips, my body loosened and my mind relaxed. Mark trailed his hand towards the back of my neck as I finally closed my eyes. Butterflies uplifted in my stomach as my heart raced. "Mark," I said in between the kiss. He pulled away and looked into my eyes, a worried look across his face. "I'm...I'm sorry, (y/n)." He said as he looked down in shame and embarrassment. I reached my hand out to his shoulder and made him look at me. "It's...it's fine, really." He didn't acknowledge my acceptance of his apology.

He just walked back into his recording room.

Without saying anything.