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((Thank you! Ooh, I was thinking the same thing! Hmm, should it be about... um... which house to get? Or something happens with another of his girlfriends?))

Lilly couldn't wait for six. There wasn't really anything to do, but this was fine. She was okay with kissing Mark.

((The house thing just seems sort of stupid. xD I think, one of his old girlfriends should come onto him and Lilly sees them and thinks it was the other way around and flips a shit and Mark is like WAIT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND and she's like NO I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT and etc etc. And then they make up in some adorable way in the end, like randomly kissing in the middle of the fight. ))

Mark rolled over so Lilly was on top of him now, and broke the kiss, sitting up a bit. He held her close, kissing the top of her head. "I love you," he murmured.

((Yeah, it does. xD Yes, I love that idea1 ))

Lilly grinned, trying to catch her breath. "I love you too."

((

You know, nobody I RP with seems to realize this, but when you're making out, you don't hold your breath. xD You breathe like, through your nose, and also through your mouth sometimes. ))

Mark enjoyed just laying with her in the silence. Sometimes these moments were the best.

((Ohh, okay. Thank you for telling ! xD))

Today was going to be perfect. "Would you like to go on a some what private walk?" she asked.

(( xD ))

"Sure," Mark smiled.

"Okay, let's go!" Lilly said, sitting up, and quickly fixing her hair.

Mark got up as well, grinning at her and mimicking her frantic hair-fixing. "It has to be perfect!" he teased.

Lilly laughed. "For you, it has to be." she said.

"You're already perfect," he smiled, kissing her forehead. "C'mon, let's get going." He extended his hand to her.

Lilly grinned, taking his hand. "As are you." she opened the front door, locking it behind her.

The warm midday sun shone down on them. Mark was glad they were moving; staying in the house all the time would've killed him.

"So, where would you like to go? You probably know this place better than me," she said, laughing lightly.

"Mm... well, what are you in the mood for? We could go for a walk in the park or on a trail... or we could go to the cafe... or we could go to my hideout, but that's not much different from staying inside." Mark suddenly had a depressing thought. "Damn, when we move, I won't have the hideout anymore."

"Don't worry! We can find a new one, even better." she, said, smiling and trying to be helpful. "To answer your first question, how about the park?"

Mark smiled. "Alright. Okay, let's get going!"

"Okay!" she replied, cheerfully, setting off in the direction of the park.

Mark smiled, intertwining his fingers with hers as they walked down the sunny streets. Everything was perfect.

As they walked down the streets, Lilly noticed a girl who appeared to keep looking at them. Or was she just imagining it?

Mark felt a pair of eyes on the back of his head and glanced around discreetly. His insides froze. Emilie. Dear god. The girl had never been good with timing, and this was no exception.

"You okay?" Lilly asked. "You seem worried, or horrified, or both,"

"I'm fine," Mark said, shrugging it off. As long as Emilie didn't approach them, everything would be fine.

((Lilly should go somewhere and then when she comes back, Emilie is all over him.))

((Yes! Good idea! ))

"I don't think so. Let me go get you some water. I'll be right back!" she said, jogging in the direction of the house before he could protest.
Once she reached her house, she searched her fridge for a bottle.

Emilie pounced instantly. She sidled up next to Mark, draping her hand over his shoulder. "Who is she?" she asked, gazing after the jogging dot in the distance that was Lilly.
"My girlfriend," said Mark curtly.
"Girlfriend sounds a little too exclusive," Emilie smirked, twirling her ginger curls around her finger and battering her long eyelashes. "I know you, Mark. I know how you are with girls."
"Was. I'm done toying with skanks..." he looked her up and down, taking in the low-cut croptop shirt, tiny ripped jean shorts, and six-inch-heels, "like you."
Emilie smirked. "You know you love it..." She crossed over to the other side of him, trailing her fingers across his chest as she did so. She came to rest her head on his shoulder, looking up at him with big brown eyes. "But you didn't toy, Mark. We weren't exclusive, but we were serious." She took joy in watching the ashamed and infuriated look on his face as he tried to block her voice out. "Don't you remember all those Friday nights?" she whispered as she played with his hair, quite enjoying herself.

Lilly finally found a bottle of water, and skipped back outside. The streets had become so familiar, since she'd been out much more. "Hey, Mark, I found some wa--" she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw what was going on. "What is this?!" she exclaimed, her insides burning with rage. With a little cry of anger, she flung the bottle of water at Emilie's head, and, with out waiting to see if it hit her, she bolted back to her house. How could she have trusted Mark?