A favour between friends
I just have Mark feels and needed to write something for this amazing hard working person.
Genre: Fluff and just cute overall
Word count: 1 515
Summary: That’s what friends do, right?
I was barely able to keep my eyes open as the teacher droned on and on about the importance of grammar, the same knowledge that had been forced into our brains every year prior. The educational repetition was starting to seem extremely illogical, we all started learning this in middle school, why did they think we would need an even greater understanding of something taught to us as children. My phone went off, announcing a text message had been received. Luckily the teacher was too into her lecture about verbs to notice me slipping the phone off my desk and checking the message.
Pls save me
I can’t take any more of this math
Numbers are stupid
I almost laughed out loud at my best friend’s whining as he was experiencing the same agony as I was. Glancing to make sure that the teacher didn’t see me, I started typing my response.
We can switch
You can come and learn grammar for me
I already know all of this smh
It didn’t take long before I received his answer.
And make an excuse
Confused I looked at the message for a long time before placing it in the pocket of my jacket. Then I carefully put together my stuff and raised my hand, to which the teacher called my name, slightly annoyed at the interruption.
“I don’t feel too good, may I be excused?” The teacher sighed heavily before giving me permission to leave. I was barely out the door when she started rambling on again, her voice drowned out once I closed the door behind me. Not a single soul was to be spotted outside the classroom and that only added to my confusion. Why did I need to go outside if he didn’t have anything planned? I turned around and started walking towards the exit when I felt someone pinch the skin at my waist through my shirt. Jumping, I let out a surprised squeal and turned around to face the culprit, hand on the spot he had inflicted the pain. Mark stood there, smiling from ear to ear and with an aura of mischief hanging over him. His smile told me he was happy to see me, his eyes told me he had something planned.
“Was that necessary?” I asked and removed my hand from my waist. He just started giggling at my reaction before grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the school. “Dude, where are we going?”
“Not telling you.” he wasn’t looking at me as he answered my question but I could hear his voice as clear as a day anyways. Over the years I’ve known him I had developed the talent of hearing him speak even when he was mumbling. He had always done that, had always mumbled a lot, and that’s because he’s a bit shy around people he doesn’t know. We’ve known each other since we were five. Or more accurately, I was five and he was four. You should have seen how he was back then, always blushing, always stuttering. He still blushes a lot but the stuttering is nowhere to be seen. Ever since he started rapping he had started talking better. I think the rapping gained him some confidence.
He dragged me all the way to the beach where he took off his jacket and laid it on the sand, gesturing towards me to sit down. At that, I started taking off my jacket too, which he stopped in an instant.
“Your jacket is much nicer than mine, wouldn’t want it getting destroyed.” I wanted to protest but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me down beside him. “Just sit down will you.” I laughed at his stubbornness as we made ourselves comfortable. He was watching the waves, how they splashed against the sand and composed their own unique melody. Mark was a pretty chill guy, he wasn’t looking for too much excitement in his life but cherished the small things instead; like the sound of the ocean, the beauty of a sunset and the slow afternoons where he could just cuddle. We had done that many times together, chilled at the beach together, watched the sunset from my porch during the summers and cuddled multiple of times on his couch while watching a movie. Neither of us thought much of it other than we enjoyed each other’s presence. People have often mistaken us for a couple to which we both blush and deny. Even though we are this close and I don’t have any romantic feelings for him I still catch myself wondering what it would feel like with his lips on mine. Would they be soft or rough? Quick or slow? Euphoric or the opposite? I know I wasn’t supposed to have those thoughts but there they were, deeply buried in the depths of my brain, scratching to come out and make themselves known. I know that if I ever let him know of my urges he will reject the possibility in a heartbeat. Politely of course, but turned down nonetheless.
As my brain went on I caught myself staring at him. I admired how the sun reflected on his face in such an aesthetic manner. How he looked so calm as the easiness replaced the stress caused by school. How he was just enjoying himself.
“It’s nice, isn’t it? Just being away from everything, just the two of us.” I nodded, not saying anything because I had a feeling he wasn’t done. “I have a favour to ask you though.” He looked at me, suddenly nervous. “Since you have a little not more experience than me.” I looked at him confused; since I was a year older than him I’m slightly more experienced in most areas so I didn’t quite understand what he wanted help with exactly.
“Of course I’ll help, whatever it is I’ll help you as well as I can.” a smile appeared on his face and I could swear I saw his ear becoming slightly redder. “But I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he bit his lip slightly, a habit that appeared whenever he was nervous, then he took a deep breath and turned fully to me, staring at me intently.
“I’m saying that you have more experience when it comes to kissing than I do.” I felt my jaw drop. Was he asking me what I think he was asking?
“I barely have more experience than you, I only kissed someone once.”
“That’s still more than me. “ he was looking away from me now, embarrassed and regretful. “I just hoped that you could teach me a bit, since you know what it feels like, and you’re the only one I’m comfortable enough to do this with and I don’t want to disappoint anyone once I’m actually supposed to kiss them and…”
“Okay.” he looked at me, slightly shocked but also hopeful. “I’ll help you but only because you’re my best friend.” and because I’ve wanted to do this for a while. Mark’s hands went up to his cheeks as he squealed at the realization me agreeing. He hadn’t expected me to and now he wasn’t prepared for what was to come. I was nervous too, I didn’t really know what I was doing either, but maybe this would bring us closer in some way.
When he eventually calmed down from the surprise he scooted closer to me, unsure of how he was supposed to go about this. His hands landed on my shoulders, one of them then travelled to my neck and the other one to my cheek. He was closer now and I almost forgot that I was the one supposed to teach him, not the other way around. I moved a bit closer to him, placing my hands on his waist, I could now feel his breath on my face and it made me dizzy. He smelled slightly of mint. Mark gulped and closed his eyes, goose bumps had appeared on his skin as he waited for me to make the first move, which was ironic since he was the one with a hold of my head. I put one of my fingers under his chin and pulled him forward a bit, causing our lips to brush. Carefully, I placed my lips to his more firmly before moving them and giving him a real kiss. He didn’t do anything at first but after a squeeze of reassurance from me he loosened up. He then put somewhat more force into the kiss which surprised me. Butterflies appeared in my stomach as he started taking over, I even suspected that he may have more knowledge of this than he said. After a lot of feverish kissing, we finally pulled away, Mark’s eyes closed and lips slightly swollen. He still had his hands on my face. When he opened his eyes a big grin appeared on his face, then a giggle left his pink lips.
“I may or may not just have wanted to kiss you.”