"How can you not tell me!?" Mark screamed, spit wetting the hardwood floor beneath our feet. His face reddened and the visible throbbing temple in his forehead scared me slightly. Just slightly. Only one thing ever truly scared me. And, although Mark never got angry, his anger towards me wasn't that one thing.
"Mark, I-" I began shortly, directing my gaze at the tiny droplets of water on the floor to avoid looking Mark in the eye.
"Don't 'Mark' me," Mark snapped, rudely interrupting me with anger and frustration, "There is no goddamn excuse for why you couldn't ******** tell me that you have ******** AIDS! First Mimi dies from it, then Collins, Angel, and now you're next! Thanks a lot. Really. You really completed my life."
I watched him storm to the bedroom, but as he reached for the doorknob to slam the door in my face, I found my feet racing to that door. After every chance in the twenty-four years in my life to do this, this was the last one. It was now or never.
I kissed him.
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The Rants of a Lovestruck Teen
Okay, so. I'll most probably write in this when I'm extremely bored - like right now. I'm thinking of also putting some random stuff I've written up here just to broaden my horizons a bit. -shrugs- Who knows. I'm random.
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