A/N: So... depending on how I play this out this could be one of the last chapters in this book. I'm not sure though. What is there, like, fifth teen chapters? I can't leave you guys with that little. Hmm. No decisions have been made, but here's a very important question I need an answer to; Would you all rather like two more chapters with quick updates or many more chapters with long updates? Let me know in the comment, please and thank you. xoxo Katie.

Recap:

"Sierra!" Marky exclaimed into the reciever and then rushed out his words like he wouldn't be able to fit it all in without me hanging up on him. Depending on what he said, his assumption could've been right. "Listen, I'm so sorry. I didn't know how you felt and thought you'd want to get rid of me anyway-."

"Marky," I interrupted, "Can you come over to talk?"

There was a brief, tense pause on his end. "I'm boarding a plane to California for work." I could just hear him biting his lower lip.

"Oh." I blew out air very gently.

"But I'll be back in three and a half weeks. We can meet up then?" he asked, hopefully.

"I can't put my life on hold for a guy who used me before," I whispered, "You thought me that."

"But I'm not just a guy," he pleaded, "I'm your best friend." I didn't answer. He asked, "Have you been hanging out with Craig lately?"

"He's been around," I answered honestly with a shrug, despite knowing he couldn't see me.

The line went dead after Marky mumbling something about a 'window of oppurtunity'. I sighed and threw my phone on my bed and then myself.

After my phone conversation with Marky, I decided it was best to get my act together and get back too work. Like I told Marky, I couldn't put my life on hold. What he had picked up on, despite me conviently forgetting to mention it, was that he wasn't just 'some guy'. Still he had set this rule in my mind and it did apply to him.

It felt good to be physically active after eating nothing, but junk and sleeping all day. I had been feeling bloated and quite frankly disgusting. I apologized to my class about missing a few lessons and left to go home with a mission to showerafter that rigirous routine.

I went to unlock my door, but found it already open. I had a mini panic acttack. My breath caught in my throat and before I could get too upset I tried to reason with myself; Craig said he might be stopping by and he knew where I hid the key outside. This was going to be okay. I threw my bag onto the floor and grabbed my phone just in case.

I'd just gotten my breathing to calm down when it suddenly hitched at the sight before me. Marky slowly stood up from his lounging position on my couch and walked toward me. He tenatively reached out to stroke my cheek with the back of his hand. He smiled. "Sierra."

I fought the urge to close my eyes and relax into his touch with the burning rage inside me. I shoved his chest so hard that his unprepared body stumbled back.

"You can't just break into someone's house," I shouted and ran at him to push him again. He didn't move that time, "What are you even doing here? You're supposed to be in California."

"I came to talk to you." How dare he be sweet after what he did.

I pushed him back yet again.

"Sierra."

I hit him again.

"Sierra."

Again.

"Sierra!" He shouted and when I went to smack him again he grabbed my wrists in his hands. "Talk to me!"

I ripped my hands away from him and scowled. "What do you want to talk about? How you sleep with me and then ditched me? Or how you completely humilated me by saying no guy would ever want me? Or how you-."

"Stop!" he screamed with a pained expression and covered his ears.

I crossed me arms and took a threatening step towards him. "What's the matter?" I growled, "You did all that. How come you can't hear about?"

"Sierra, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed after removing the hands from his ears.

"Sure," I scoffed.

"No, really. I'm sorry I made you feel that bad. I hated making you feel that bad. But take some responsibility. You made it pretty clear you didn't want me."

I bit my lip, remembering how I ran out of the room when he wanted to talk. I felt guilty, but only let it last for half a second. He didn't know what I was going to say he assumed the worst, and it first he was right, but it didn't stay that way. Why didn't he let me talk? I released my lower lip frrom my teeth. "You have no fucking idea what I want, or wanted, or will ever want."

"If you actually opened up and talked about something, I would have!" he argued.

I scoffed again. "Yeah, because you totally stayed long enough for me to get out what I wanted to say after we slept together. Do yourself a favor and stop digging yourself further in."

He paused, thinking over his words before slowly repeating what was in his mind. "Don't be ridiculous. We agreed that we'd be awful as a couple."

I thought that had been before, when we hadn't slept together. I cared more about Marky than anything in the world and he was willing to just sleep with me without any commitment. When did it become like this? Marky was always more emotional, more attached. He always loved more. This was my fault. I was robot and robots do not have feelings.

I felt my lower lip quiver and tears pool in my eyes and turned away from him; he wasn't going to see me cry. Not right now, at least. I raised my hands to my face and quietly cried into them. When I hiccupped, however, Marky had to notice.

"Are- are you crying?" he whispered, sounding more hurt than I felt. I felt his hand lightly touch my shoulder and, when I didn't flinch away again, he applied slightly more pressure and turned me around into a hug. He let my tears run down my hands, which were still hot glued to my face, and soak his light gray shirt- that fit him perfectly and made it even harder to do this.

Eventually my breathing slowed and the tears stopped running. I pushed back off him and he hesitantly and reluctantly let me go. I took a gentle step back and shakily took a breath. "This isn't worth it. I'm not worth it." His eyes became softer than they aready were and he was about to respond, but I stopped him. "I know. Don't say it. I know I swear too much and sleep around on occasion and I smoke. I know you hate almost everything about me," I said hysterically with a shaky breath and silent tears flowing down my cheeks again, "but I love you and I know you don't feel the same-."

He interrupted me with a hard kiss to shut me up. It was sort of like a kiss in an old movie. The kind when anything remotely intense or open mouth was considering scandalous. He had grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me toward him. He had his mouth pressed hard onto mine without much lip movement. our lips were literally just touching aggressively. But I had been without touching Marky for so long that I still felt butterflies from that. I wasn't going to admit that though and kissing me just to shut me up wasn't something that really got me hot.

When he lightly pulled back I whispered, "I fucking hate that. It's not romantic to shut me up."

He wiped the tears off my cheeks gently with his thumbs and smiled gently. "But it worked, didn't it?"

I laughed lightly before sighing. "You said this wouldn't work."

"But I didn't believe it," he grinned.

"We want to kill each other at least once a day," I argued weakly.

"I like arguing with you," he laughed.

My face lit up. "I like arguing with you, too."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

That time when he kissed me, he did it gently, but passionately. He was soft and I felt very small and weak compared to him, but I loved it. If I had to pick anyone to feel less powerful than I am and have 'take a bullet for them' love with, it would definitely be Marky.

A/N: Yay! They're together... as far as you all know ;) REMEMBER answer the question in the first A/N (Would you all rather like two more chapters with quick updates or many more chapters with long updates?) Comment, vote, and fan!