Mark's POV

" well that was a good nights sleep, better go clean those dishes before I start to smell them from up here" , I stumble out of bed  falling flat on my face " really, for fuck sake" , I groan and peal myself off the floor and step over the clothes from the day before.

skipping down the stairs, I see the offending plate and matching fork lying there taunting me, " why am I thinking about a folk and plate like they just personally offended me" oh well could be worse right, I start the faucet and get to work, I guess you could say I'm OCD when it comes to mess and germs .

I guess I could have a relaxed day I mean I'm not working or anything ,  scratch that looking in the refrigerator  I'm out of milk ,how cliché , always the milk I mean I only use it once every other day for the odd cereal, oh well duty calls I guess.  

 I make my way upstairs and search for a decent outfit for a little shopping. Blue jeans and a black t-shirt and jacket, nothing fancy. descending the stairs once again, I grad my keys and I'm out the door.         

No-one's POV

Mark casually walked down the street, no one really noticing him as he wasn't anything special, 5'9 with light brown hair and dull brown eyes to follow. As he walked he saw the sun was unusually bright today even after living in L.A for 3 months ,Mark never really got use to the heat of the mid summer sun.

He approached the local store and preceded straight to the dairy section.  The only issue was there was no fat free milk left on the shelves that Mark could reach  , and the only way to get any would be to ask the cashier if they reach the ones on the top shelf. 

It defiantly not the best situation for Mark as speaking with a person for over five minuets made Mark feel uneasy and stared at, but he really needed the milk , so he hoped that they would reach the milk and leave no small talk. Taking a deep breath Mark braved the first steps towards the only cashier available. He was a tall teenager roughly 6'2  with black hair and dark blue eyes ,staring at nothing leaning against the conveyer belt. 

Mike's POV

Come on Mark, you can do this all you have to say is "excuse me ,can you reach the fat free milk please" nothing more, nothing less. He's a teenaged boy you're a fully grown man get your self together. As I approach the cashier he looked up at me and straitened up in his chair , its now or never. Time to pull a smile " excuse me, can you reach the fat free milk please " wow pat on the back Mark no stuttering ,well done me , wait don't get ahead of yourself he hasn't replied, w-where did he go , oh no he's already at the dairy section and I'm standing here like an idiot ,quick go now don't get any weirder .   

Thankfully he's not paying much attention so he didn't notice, thank the Lord for that.     "thanks " I mumble as I follow him back to the register and check out as fast as I could that could have been a nightmare I hate being stared at.        

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