Your POV

I carefully got off Mark's couch, thinking about the girl who had attacked me before. She seemed sure of herself, I honestly still wonder how someone could be that way, how do you not worry about messing everything up? How do you not worry about... others? I quickly pushed all of these thoughts out of my mind and started to walk tword the kitchen. I looked at the clock and saw that it was half past midnight and mentally face palmed myself for being up so early. I scuttled over to a cabinet to check if the cereal was there and sure enough, it was. I took it out of the cabinet and made myself a bowl, when I sat down at the dining room table I found a note plastered to it.
'If you are reading this it means that you're alive in which case; phew thank goodness! I was about to call the hospital! Anyway, I'm probably asleep right now but feel free to wake me up.' I snickered, the note was thoughtful I'm really glad that somewhere out there there's someone who cares. I had honestly forgotten about Brad until just now, I don't even know why I just remembered him, I just... did. (A/N Brad is your quote unquote 'abusive boyfriend'. The only reason he hasn't made an appearance sooner is because I completely forgot that I had added him into the story summary thingy. Bye for now:3) I ran my hands through my hair, contemplating whether or not to wake Mark but after only a short time of thinking, I ran to his door. It was 1am by now so it wasn't too too early. I knocked on the door and heard a grumble from the other side of the door, then the sound of sheets falling on the floor, I giggled and started to walk away when I heard a thud as Mark groaned in pain. I ran to the door and shoved it open which (in my opinion) was a bad idea as I saw mark clutching his foot wearing only his heart studded white boxers. I blushed a deep crimson as I rushed out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind me. I heard a distant chuckle as I walked awkwardly down the hall. I felt Mark's arms circle my waist and let out yelp as he lifted me up. He set me down and I playfully nudged his stomach and he fell on the floor in moch pain, holding his gut where I had elbowed him. I laughed a little and extended my hand for him to take it.

Mark's POV

When I heard (y/n) laugh I couldn't help but smile inwardly, it was so perfect
so- so... gorgeous! I couldn't take my eyes off her, not even after she had helped me up and started walking off. I knew that she probably already had someone but I wasn't sure, especially considering the fact that she had kissed me back that one time. I never really noticed it before but she had a small scar above her eye, maybe it was from the fight we had a couple cha- days ago. I had no idea, and I didn't feel the need to ask, I followed (y/n) through the hall and toward the kitchen. I reached the couch and turned the TV to the news, it was about (y/n) and what had happened. The news lady started speaking.

"According to some new information, this woman does not work alone. We found a number in her cell titled 'The Dream Savers foundation'. The police suggest that the rest of them are staying low for now but say to be on guard." I turned the TV off and saw (y/n) leaning over me, mouth a gape and tears welling in her eyes. She dropped to her knees and sobbed into her hands, I went around to the backside of the couch, sitting next to (y/n) and pulling her into a side hug. She leaned into me and she stopped crying. 'They will pay for making (y/n) cry!' I thought to myself, I wouldn't let anything happen to her. She's already been through so much.

Sorry it's been forever, I just got caught up in other things.