Scratch and I stepped into the kitchen, finding an irritated Mark, and an indifferent Dark.

"M'hey." Dark said, leaning back against the counter. He ran a clawed hand through his shaggy black hair, revealing that barely-noticeable stripe of blond that was hidden underneath.

Scratch smiled slightly, still clearly uncomfortable and confused with being, well, real.

"How're you doin'? Glad to see you've still got the same great ass of (Y/n)." Dark laughed. He stretched, his shirt revealing a bit of his abs. He faked a yawn and winked at Scratch.

After his failed (in my opinion) attempt to be smooth, I think we both knew what was coming.

We were wrong. Scratch was blushing, fully showing off her four top fangs. She seemed like she was actually willing to open up. To Dark at least.

I on the other hand rolled my eyes. Before, I would've been laughing, but now Dark just seemed... Ugh-worthy.

The two of them continued talking and laughing, their echoing laughter rang through the room.

I noticed that Mark had left the kitchen, and went to go find him.

'I wonder what Mark's thinking about this... I mean, he's been through the same thing that's going on with me now. And based on how he and Dark keep talking about when-'

I found Mark sitting on his bed, his left hand in his hair and the right scrolling through twitter.

'Trying to distract himself.'

"Did you see the post by Wade this morning? Seriously, it's puns like that that are gonna get him killed." I commented as I sat down next to him. He set his iPhone down next to him and smiled warmly.

"You're taking this a heck of a lot better than me, way back when."

"Well, you and Dark have yourselves pretty much figured out by now. I guess it just proves that this'll all work out just fine." I replied. Sighing, I fell back onto the bed.

"Still weird though. Not being depressed anymore, seeing another me walking around. You know." I said as he laid down next to me.

"Trust me, I know." Mark whispered, pressing his lips against mine in a sweet kiss.

Pulling away slowly, Mark looked into my eyes. "You think Dark is crazy about dark-you?"

"Oh yeah."

"Good. Now I can say I love you. You know, without Dark threatening to kill me." Mark said, pulling me closer to him.

I laughed quietly. "Love you too, you wimp."

"Heeeey! Dark's a jerrrk!" Mark whined, playfully.

"Well he's out of the picture now." I said. I held his hand, intertwining my fingers with his.

"Perfect."