Mick, Carmine and Bruce all looked at Johnny confused. Johnny's eyes turned to look at me and Mark. Me more than Mark.

"Mark's morning wood this morning when I wen't to tell him about Lissa." Johnny laughed. I looked over to see Mick snort and Carmine rolled his eyes. Bruce looked as if he could care less.

"See Lis, two men one day." Johnny smirked. Why in hell is he making this into something more than what it is. Last I checked, guys tend to have that in the morning, so its not really anything new.

Carmine was looking very annoyed, I'm guessing Johnny has a habit of finding away to get on your nerves.

"Why again are you telling us this, its normal?" Mark mumbled. "Because of all the sappy things you were telling her. Also the second I walked into the room, you pulled her on you. So that men't one of two things. You were using her to cover you or you were horny as sh*t so you two were going to have sex." Johnny seemed proud of what he said, who knows why.

Mick started to laugh, Bruce chuckled and Carmine was looking at the door to what ever room we were trapped in. He was probably just waiting for the fat lady to come back and take him. 

"I would never have sex with him." I took a step away from Mark. "You haven't had sex before." Mark smirked. Why does he keep telling people this, next time he asks I'll just dump water on him.

"Well at least I'm not begging a person that is-" I began but Mark cut me off. "Don't you dare say it." He warned but somewhere in his eyes told me to keep the joke going. "-that is almost forty years older than me like you did." I finished. It's true, Mark begged some random woman who looked to be about forty something to have sex, Mark was a very horny seventeen year-old.

He reached out to grab me but I ducked out of the way and took off. I turned around to see him chasing after me. I felt like a five year old being chased by their dad or a five year old playing tag with their best friend, I couldn't help but smile as I ran.

We basically ran around in circles for about five minutes until I herd the door to the room open. I saw Dave walk back in. 

My head snapped back around. Mark was still about five feet away from me. I turned in the direction of Dave. He was looking at us confused. 

I sprinted over in his direction, a plan set in my mind. Four years of high jumping for a high school team, don't fail me now. I sped up my pace, Dave just stopped and stared at me in confusion.

I got close enough to him, to where my hand could reach his shoulder. I somehow managed to get enough of a grip on his shoulder to pry me over him. His face looked shocked and I felt proud of the fact I can jump over a short man, notice how I said short. Yeah, I'm not really at jumping but it works in my benefit right now.

I hid behind him but Mark made his way around Dave, he grabbed me and pried off of Dave. We fell to the ground. We kinda rolled around in laughter. 

When we both were done doing whatever we were doing I noticed that Mark was on-top of me. I started to feel nervous, he looked down into my eyes. 

His elbows on either side of me and his legs were stretched out right next to my sides and past my feet. He used his feet, elbows and knees to keep him up above me. His face about a half foot away from mine.

The way I was under Mark made me feel so small, but it felt right. At that point I was real nervous, a man I've known for years who looks quite good and is someone I've never thought I might possibly like is hovering right over me.

He smiled down at me, I nervously smiled back. Hopefully he doesn't notice how scared and tense I am.

Mark bent his knees so he could put weight on them. His arms slid under my upper-back. He stood up and pulled me up with him. 

The rest of the band and Bruce just stared at us strangely. I could care less, all I could think about at the moment was Mark. He had a secure hold on me. I felt like he loved me, someone who actually cares.

I laid my head on his chest when we walked back to the group. About five minutes latter another woman walks into our room. She was skinnier than the first woman and a lot prettier. 

She walked over to us. I made eye contact with her and she smiled. I smiled a fake smile back. Her head nodded, she looked to the rest of us and smiled. 

"Carmine Appice and Mark Free?" She asked. Mark let go of me and stepped forward, Carmine did the same. The woman winked at Mark, he just smiled at her in return. Carmine just had a blank stare, but Mark on the other hand was following her every move, looking her up and down while licking his lips like a dog. They started to walk off, poor Carmine was stuck with them. The whole time I could see them, Mark just stared at the woman in a very lustful way. 

Jealousy erupted in me. I looked at my feet, my face red and I walked over to a random couch that Bruce was sitting on.

******************* Mark and Carmine***************

Mark followed the beautiful woman. She had long legs, a beautiful body, blond hair and a perfect sway to her hips. He just couldn't help but to think about how she would be in bed. The thought instantly turned him on.

The two men and one woman stopped at a room that read 'Make-Up-. The woman opened the door and Carmine walked in. Mark stopped with the woman, her hands were traveling up and down his arm.

He moved in closer to her, his lips reaching her neck. "There's a-a room down the h-hall that we can go to." The woman panted. Mark was just about to pull her with him to that room until a thought entered his head.

He pulled away from her almost in disgust. She looked him. "Did I do something?" She questioned rudely. "I have a girlfriend, I wont do this to her." He walked into the room. 

"Fine." The woman stomped away like a b*tch. Mark sat down in a chair next to Carmine. "Since when do you turn woman down?" Carmine seemed shocked at Marks actions. "I don't know? Same reason you do." Mark leaned back in his chair. "I'm married, your not. I didn't think you even had a girlfriend." Carmine  rolled his eyes.

"I don't have one." Mark stated. His eyes wondering around the room. "Than why did you tell her no?" Carmine wondered. "I don't know." Mark started to get aggravated.  

A light bulb went off in his brain. "You turned her down because of Lissa." Carmine thought aloud. Mark nodded. "Why?" Carmine asked even though he was quite sure why.

"I don't know? Knowing my luck Lis would of somehow walked in on us. She's done it before. I feel bad when she does." Mark lied. He knew why he turned the woman down but he refused to admit it.

"You like Lissa?" Carmine looked at him. "I don't like her." Mark growled. "Admit it. You do." Carmine scolded. "I don't like her Carmine." Mark almost yelled. Carmine just rolled his eyes with a sigh. 

"Okay, I don't like her. I love her. I f*cking love Lis!" Mark yelled. Carmine smirked at Mark's words. He knew that Mark loved her, anyone could see that.

"I love her." Mark whispered, he sounded like he just admitted that he loved Lis to her face. "Finally." Carmine smiled. "What?" Mark looked at him strangely. "You said it aloud. Anyone with two eyes can see how you look at her. It's obvious that you at least lust over her let alone love her." Carmine stated.

"Have you ever asked her or thought about telling her?" Carmine questioned. Mark shook his head. "You say every see's my love for her. I don't think that's true cause she can't see it herself." He sighed.

"Why don't you just tell her?" Carmine suggested. "This is creepy, but I have when she's asleep or can't hear me or when she needs comfort I'll tell her. But she doesn't realize that when I tell her that, I mean it. I care for her so much, I'd do anything for her to the point that if she asked me to die, I would." Mark spoke, he smiled at the memories of telling her.

"What is wrong with her?" Carmine inquired, hoping to figure the nice, beautiful girl out. Mark decided he would tell him about Lissa.

"When she was ten, so seven years ago, police officers came to Lis's door and told her that her father was just killed in a car accident. She called her mom to tell her what was wrong but it turned out that her mom was a drunk stripper. So she yelled at Lis. She ran out of her house, crying. She ran and ran until I saw her. We didn't know each other at the time. I had her slow down and tell me what happen. It must have been strange to her because I was like fourteen and she was ten. Either way ever since that, we have become real close friends." Mark explained.

"She seems to have trust issues." Carmine pointed out. "Yes, she does. That's because her brother left one day without telling anyone. That broke Lis's heart. He told her that he would never leave and he did." Mark shook his head at the memory of comforting her that night when she came to his door crying.

"I still don't understand why you can't just ask her to go out or something if you like her this much." Carmine ran his hand through his hair.

"I can't tell her at least not now. She trusts me. If she knew that I loved her, Lis might think I'm just another man who doesn't care for her and just want's to use. So many men have already tried stuff with her. I want and never will. Telling her how I feel could cost me her friendship. Were even moving in together tomorrow as long a we find an apartment. Hell, we share the same bed. I want loose that just because I want to date her and have sex with her. One day I'll tell her that I love her romantically. Just not now." Mark spoke with a soft, loving voice as he talked about her,

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Hello my lovelies. This chapter was real hard to write but in my opinion the end of it was cute. I have nothing to say and nothing in this chapter was true. Vote, Comment, Follow and tell me if you like the story or not I need feed back!