"Don't tell her Mark and I made out m'kay?" Lauryn yelled to Barry, loud enough that even Sean would've covered his ears.

You nearly dropped your phone.

"I-it's just the, uh, pain-stopping-med-stuff. You know how that- I gotta go." The call suddenly dropped as Barry hung up.

You let the dial tone ring before you slowly stood up, ignored the stares of Molly and Sean, walked out of the room, and fell onto the bed you and Mark shared.

'He couldn't... He wouldn't... He and I..'

A tear fell onto the blanket, splattering on the material before seeping into the cloth. Another followed suit. Then another, and another. Soon you were plainly crying, clutching a tear-soaked pillow, and sniffling.

'Why her? She's... She's... WEIRD.'

A knock on the doorframe made you jump. You expected to see Mark, but instead you found Sean looking at you with worry.

"Is this a bad time?" The Irishman asked.

"No. It's just the best time ever." You mumbled. You sat up and wiped your nose with Lauryn's shirt that you were wearing. You didn't care if you left a little snot on it, she deserved it.

"Well you do seem ta have sunshine and rainbows just bursting outta your arse." Sean stated, waving his arms around madly. You smiled and sniffed.

Sean sat on the end of your bed. "Ya don't even know what happened. It probably didn't even happen. Lauryn was trippin' balls on that stuff. Mark really, really cares about you."

You exhaled and said nothing.

"Mark'll be back here soon, and you can get an explanation, and he can get a punch right in the dick." Sean proclaimed, doing an air punch.

You laughed. Sean certainly was enthusiastic, even in the saddest of times.

"Sure. There's no way Mark would do that. Thanks." You said, feeling much more calm and rational about the situation.

"I really hope you still punch him." Sean snickered.

"Maybe I will." You made a face at Sean, and rolled your eyes. You had your confidence back, and you were determined to get the full story.
(The thought of punching Mark in the dick fills you with determination. Save? Yes• No)

'Mark wouldn't kiss another girl, I'm just still thinking about the whole Bristol thing. But she's gone now. It's over.'

Somewhere, in an alley in LA, a figure watched a police car drive past. Once it was out of sight, the person smiled manically. "This is far from over." The figure's high voice growled, as she cocked the gun she held against her right leg.

"Very far..."

I've been watching a lot of Until Dawn lately... And I realized just how much someone... Being taken away... Can affect a character. Makes 'em do some crazy stuff, ya know? Not that this implies anything of course.
I mean, why would I ever make the next chapter in Bristol's POV? That's just crazy. XD

P.S.

Tick tok...