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rexxkitten321- March 5th, 2012
Title: none sso far
Pairing: Tomark
Rating:none
Author: rexxkitten321
Author's Note & Summary: new chappie! Yey!
Tom learns driving isn't easy. And other things...
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Tom growled in frustration. He didn't understand this driving thing. Mark rested his hand on Tom's shoulder.
"You wanna quit?"
Tom nodded and undid his seat belt. He opened the door and made his way over to the passenger's side.
"I gotta make a stop at the store real quick, Kay?"
"Kay."
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"Weeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Thomas!!!"
Mark chased the boy down the aisles (is that right?)
"Tom!"
Tom ran from Mark, his hands clutched the cart, he made sharp turns and crashed. Mark caught up to him and grabbed his arm.
"Dammit Tom!"
Mark grabbed Tom's hand and placed it on the cart.
"Keep you hand here, don't let go!" Mark growled sternly in his ear.
"But I don't wanna!"
"Too bad!" Mark snapped.
Tom grumbled and held onto the cart. If it wasn't for Marks dumb order for Tom to keep close, he'd be running around, grabbing stuff, pissing people off, etc.
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•TUESDAY•
It was two days since the trip to wal-mart. Tom wwas off at school, he'd be back soon, and
he'd be hungry. Mark decided to make something for
tom to
eat.
It wasent long before Tom crashed iinto the small house and slammed tthe door. He literally threw his skateboard across the room.
"Tom? You okay? You-"
"No!"
"Oh... Then Wha-"
"Just shut up!"
Tom ran to his room and slammed the door shut, locking it.
"Tom... Thomas, open the door!"
"N-no!"
"Please Tom?"
"No!"
"Dammit Tom. If you don't open up, I'm picking the lock!"
"Go away!"
Mark grabbed a paper clip off the small table in the hallway. He used it to unlock the door. Once he heard the click, he grinned, satisfied with his work. He slid the door open. Tom was in the corner, his head rested on his knees, his legs pulled up to his chest.
Mark padded over to him. (Like a cat!)
"Tom? Are you okay?"
Tom sniffled, "No."
"What happened?"
Tom looked up at Mark, he had red spots on his chin, cheeks, forehead, and nose. Mark stared at him. The scrapes were starting to bleed all over his face. The boy looked as if his face were caught in a street-cleaner.
"I-I Wa-was walk-ing h-home... A-and-and-and, th-they b-bea-beat -m-me u-up… f-for no-no r-reaaaason!" Tom wailed.
"Who?"
"I-I.... I don't know!" He wailed. Tears ran down his face, soaking his black eye.
Mark rubbed his back until Tom had just cried himself to sleep. Like when you hit a kid, and they cry and cry and cry, until they start yawning and fall asleep. Yeah, like that.
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Tom woke up on the bed in his small bedroom at Mark's apartment. He yawned and checked the clock. 7:00. He climbed out of the bed and walked out of the room, glancing out the window, he saw that the sun was setting already, turning the sky a pinkish shade. Instead of making his was to the kitchen, he walked towards the window. The pink colour seemed to catch his attention. He stared out the window, the setting sun turning his scraped up face a pinkish colour.
He felt a pair of strong arms wrap around him, and soft lips kissed his cheek. "Why does the sky turn pink when the sun sets, but in the day, the sky is blue?"
"I don't know."
"Oh... I-" Tom was cut short by his stomach rumbling in hunger.
"You're hungry, aren't you?"
Tom nodded and followed Mark. He cast several glances over his shoulder at the darkening sky, he was determined to find out why the sky turns pink when the sun sets.
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The rest of the night was spent with Tom eating pizza and watching star-wars with Mark.
Tom snuggled up into Mark's side and yawned. The last thing he remembered seeing was Anikin Skywalker, cutting of a droid's head...
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•was it good?
