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“Now no more talking ok?”

This is a prequel to lovehacks book one. Its something I've been mulling over in my mind for a while now. I'm a huge Dani and Mark shipper I love the best friends turned more story. This is a combination of clues that I've gathered from the books with my own twist.

Description: In the books you see a scene of Dani and Mark before they graduate he walks her to her dorm. They talk about how she's leaving, that he should come visit, they almost kiss but they get interrupted. All I keep thinking is what if he did go to New York and they did end up kissing and maybe more. It's in Marks pov

“No more talking ok” A couple weeks after graduation I find myself in my car finally entering the city of New York. It's been a long few days traveling cross country but I'm finally here. I follow the gps directions to her apartment. I've been driving for 10 hours today and I'm dying to get out of this car. The traffic is insane here, how do people drive like this? Duh Collins they use the subway mostly. Why am I even thinking about this? Is it nerves? It's just Dani she's my best friend why should I be nervous? We've known each other for years and spend countless days together and even some nights in each other's beds. Sleeping of course there's never been anything between us. I sound a little bitter about it even to myself. Ever since the night before graduation I’ve let more and more of those thoughts come. I use to be better at keeping them away. We almost kissed though and that was enough to break a dam in me. The dam that kept at bay the feeling I have for her. Feeling that I shouldn’t have for my best friend. Maybe I'm nervous because we're in New York away from everything we know and everything we're suppose to be.

Finally I reach her apartment and I send her a text that I'm here. I start collecting my bags and I scan the crowds for a familiar face. I catch sight of her and she takes my breath away. It's not like I forgot that she was beautiful but there's something about seeing her in person again. I can't even move, I'm sure I look like an idiot but I don't care. She finally gets to me and she wraps me in a huge hug. I hold her and breathe in the sent of her perfume. As we let go and I feel a small twinge of regret, get a hold of yourself Mark you have a whole week to hug her. "Come on Collins we don't have all day" she says as she grabs my hand and pulls me away. She leads me to her apartment building and I'm still in shock that I'm looking at my best friend right now. We make it to her apartment and she apologizes for it being so small but says her roommate Rylie won't be home all week. We order pizza and decide to stay in to catch up and I'm grateful it helps me feel more like myself around her. She tells me two days after I leave she'll start her new job and you should see how her face lights up when she talks about it. It makes me want to be excited about it but a part of me still aches that her dreams took her so far away. Why leave to New York? It was selfish but the question had lingered there for months. Her smiles makes me want to smile though and I do because I should be supportive.

The next few days we spend at museums and doing touristy things. We go to Central Park and visit Coney Island and it's the most fun I have had in a long time. After a couple days I confess to her that Amy and I are taking sometime apart. We’re not the same people we were when we first meet. Things have been hard with us and Amy wasn't to happy about me coming to New York to see Dani. She’s always made a big fuss about Dani and me being so close. She thinks it’s strange I'm using my savings to do this. Its worth it right? Yes Dani is worth it she always has and always will be. She frowns when I tell her about Amy. “Oh Mark I’m so sorry I know how much you wanted it work.” she says softly not looking into my eyes. She’s looking at her feet bitting her lip. Huh most be try not to say something but what? “What is it?” I ask her curious. Sometimes even I have a hard time figuring what’s going on in her head. She sighs “I just worry that you want it too much like your forcing it, that maybe it shouldn’t be so hard?” she looks at me expectantly. “I want you to be happy I need you to be happy best friend code one oh one.” she says with wide eyes. Well shit I need that too but I say “I think that too it shouldn’t be and I need you happy too why do you think I’m here?!” I make the goofiest face I can muster at her. She giggles “Ok Collins race you to the cotton candy stand!”. Thats just how it is for us, its easy sometimes we communicate without words. I don’t need to tell her in so many words that bummed about Amy but also a bit relieved. She already knows she just does because she always been there. She knows when to give me an out and am in. I don't know what I'm going to do without her.

Before I know it the night before I'm leaving comes and it's really bumming us out. We decide to have a couple drinks and that turns into a couple more. Before we know it we're stumbling back to her apartment. Its late but we fall into a fit of laughter on the her bed. The alcohol is weakening my resolve because all I can think about is kissing her. She’s just so beautiful when she laughs. I can't help myself I push a strand of hair out of her face. She stares at me with a look in her eye I saw right after graduation when we almost kissed. Would it ruin our friendship if we did? Would it make it better? All those doubts are gone though it’s just me and Dani. “Mark?" she says breathless. Is it from the laughter or something more? “Dani?" I say just as breathless. She moves closer to me and I don't dare move I don't want to break the spell. Before I know it she's holding my face in her hands as she bits her lip. She does that when she wants to say something but doesn't know how. I want to tell her that I need her to kiss me more then air right now. I want to say something to put her at ease tell her she can say anything to me. Before I can say anything she kisses me.

It's better then I ever could imagine it could be. It goes from tentative and gentle to passionate. Like all those years of pent up emotions bursting at the seams. The admiration, familiarity and love. I crush her close to me hoping its not a dream. I kiss her with everything I have hoping she can feel it all through the kisses. I run my fingers through her hair and she starts trying to take my shirt off. "Wait wait wait are you drunk?" I ask her breathless. Terrified that she is and she doesn’t really want this that I crossed a line. She stares at me like she’s staring into my soul. Her lips slightly swollen from kissing and her hair messy from me running my fingers through it. Her eyes are so wide oh no what have I done? “No do you want me to recite the alphabet back wards for you?” she laughs. “No that’s ok.” I say laughing. Relief washes over for so many reasons. I didn’t take advantage of her and it’s not just me that wants this? She smiles at me the smile that can bring a grown man to his knees. “Mark I need you I’m not drunk but I need you.” she says it in one breath. She looks so vulnerable I know how much it took to say that to someone. She doesn’t like to need anyone for anything. So I nod and say “I need you too maybe I always have.” then I clamp my mouth shut. I say no more not trusting my own voice afraid I’ll say too much and scare her away. “Now no more talking ok?" she says nodding. I nod too and and that our lips collide and we resume where we left off.

It’s like a switch goes off in my head. That insecure voice that tells me to be smart, to think things through shuts up. It’s just Dani its all Dani. The sent of her skin, the sound of her voice and the feel of her body. I methodically take off her clothes. Im finding it hard to concentrate when she bitting my lip. I moan her name as she kissing her way down. I eventually pull her up by her arm pleadingly I need all of her not just her mouth. I flip her on her back now it my turn. I need to kiss every inch of her and I do until she’s moaning and screaming my name. My name never sounded so good. I lay down next to her trying to catch our ragged breathes. She gently pushes me flat on my back and climbs on top of me. We share more delicious kisses as our hips move in perfect unison. The moans continue into the night until were breathing each others name through ragged breaths. We stay in this perfect bubble all night. We doze off and wake after a few hours to start all over again. After we’re done again we spend the rest of night in each others arms. It’s by far the best night of my life.

The next morning though reality starts to sink in. She’s not next to me when I wake up so I get up and look for her. I find her in the kitchen but before I can say anything to her she blurts out "I'm sorry." I'm sorry is not the words you want to hear after you sleep with a girl. I study her face she's staring at me and I'm thinking back on last night. Unless she was faking it then it was good for her so what was it why was she sorry? Then I see her bite her lip and instantly I know. With those two words her walls were up again. The walls that kept her safe from getting too close to any boyfriend in college. We all have our patterns and this was her's. In order to protect her self she puts walls up. I sigh instantly more tired then I’ve ever felt. Time to say what I know she needed to hear in order for her to live out her dream and salvage our friendship. “I'm sorry.” I say feeling defeated. Was I actually sorry though? No not in the least bit what had happened was amazing. It was more then sex it was an extension of the connection we already share. She interrupts my inner monologue. "Mark please stop I started it you didn't do anything wrong." she said looking so sad. "Dani let's just forget about it ok?" Urgh I feel sick just saying it how could I ever forget about it? "Your right it was just a one time thing." she says with sad little smile. It’s working were going to be ok if I could just force a smile and make her laugh. "Well it was more then one time but sure a one time thing." I force the best smile I can and wait to see if it works. "Omg Mark stop!" She starts laughing and even though I hate it I laugh too. Huh it worked I must be better at pushing my feelings down then I thought. Maybe I’ve been doing it for longer then I was willing to admit. If I could keep it together for a little bit longer we might be ok.

The rest of the morning goes by in a blur of packing and before I know it it's time for me to go. She walks me outside and says "I guess this is your stop." Was it my imagination or did she sound wistful. I study her closely she's looking at me with a that sad smile again. Was she sad because I was leave or something else? I didn't have the courage to ask. I was too afraid of the answer or of ruining our friendship. We seemed to find a way to keep it together but it was fragile, breakable and I wasn't going to break it I refuse. The hustle and bustle of people coming and going on the street is distracting this isn't how I wanted to say goodbye. Suddenly I feels her grab my hand and lead me to a quiet alley. We stare at each other for a moment and I realizes that we are still holding hands so I pulls her into a hug. I feel her starting to cry against my chest and with all the strength I have left I forces myself not to. I blink away the tears I have to. We stay like that for a long time, until she's all cried out. She finally looks up at me a little puffy eyed but still beautiful. How could she still look so beautiful? Its like a knife though my heart. "What is it do I look like a hot mess?" she asks me. “Of course not you always look beautiful.” I tell her. I fell so tired a part of me just wanted to get in my car so I could stop pretending. She's still staring at me and blushing a little from my comment. "You better go, you don't want to get behind schedule.” she says. No we wouldn't want that would we? All I could muster was "right I guess this is goodbye." I say wistfully. Who was wistful now, I pushed the thought out of my head and hug her. Trying to commit to memory everything about her. “Take care of yourself” I say in a whisper. I kiss the top of her head, look at her one last time and start walking away. She stops me by grabbing my hand. "Wait Mark I love you, your my best friend and I'm going to miss you so much it's killing me.” she says it all in one breath. Like she was afraid that if she didn't say it fast she'd never get it out. So I hug her again and say "I love you too and I hate this so much." “Ok go before I start crying again!" she says with a half hearted laugh. I laughed too the tension gone for a moment, her laugh had a way of doing that. "Text me along the way and when you get there." she pleads. "I will." I say and that’s it I walk away and don't look back because if I do I know I would never leave. I put the bags in the car and go before I do something stupid.

I let the empty feeling wash over me, I welcome it. I had made it I was where I was suppose to be and so was she. She'd start her new job in a couple days and I’d start mine in a week. For now at least I would let myself feel bad. Id let regret, anger and sadness wash over me like waves. I let the tears come as I stare out the windshield silently, the words I never said to her choke me. I text her along the way give her updates. I'm still trying to hang on to what we had before we slept together. Four long days later I'm finally in San Francisco. I just moved into my new apartment a couple days before the road trip. I didn't know Cole that well yet but he seemed like an ok guy. I didn't know he'd become one of the best friends I’ve ever had.

“I'm home :)” I text her.

What more is there to say she was probably sleeping. My phone starts ringing and my heart jumps but it's not Dani it's Amy. What could she want? She calls again and again by the time I reach my apartment. There front and center is Amy and she runs to me and hugs me. I stiffness a little. Her arms and her should be comforting but there not. I push the feeling down. I puts down my bags and hugs her trying not to think of Dani. "Marky I missed you! Can we get back together please?” she asks me.

That was three years ago and since then I've found my calling at Zabble, made some amazing friends and rededicated myself to my relationship with Amy. I don’t know if part of it was that she'd been right about me and Dani all along. She never thought we could be just friends and she was right we couldn’t. Or maybe I just desperately wanted things to go back to the way they were. My friends say I'm a pushover, they'd call Amy names but they don’t get it. Sure Amy and I had changed since college but she cares for me. A part of me was still in love with who she use to be and maybe can be again. Why am I here at 1 o clock in the morning mulling everything over? Remembering New York with Dani and San Francisco with Amy. It comes in flashes the feel of Dani’s legs wrapped around my waist. The way she’d bite her lip and her infectious smile. Amy’s arms around me like she’s hanging on for dear life. Amy’s laugh and how her eyes light up when she talks about work.

I thought those feelings for Dani had faded it took time but they did. Or maybe I just hoped they had. It took a while to forget and in that time I kept Amy at bay telling her I needed to think. It wasn’t a lie but eventually I gave in to her. I needed to feel something that wasn’t Dani and Amy gave me that. Time made the memories fade but now Dani is here in San Francisco. She texted me a few days ago saying she was coming home. Home like it was where she should have been all along. Maybe things would have been different between us if she had never left. What is wrong with me?

Tomorrow was going to be a very long day if I don’t try to sleep. I roll over and think of New York again. The Statue of Liberty, cotton candy, holding her hand on a crowded street. The memories are faded around the edges but there still in my mind. I though I was free of them I spend less and less nights thinking about them. Until now that is, they come flooding back torturing me with guilt and hope. I roll over again as if that would knock the memory out of my mind. She had been such a big part of my life for so many years I reason. How could she not be in my thoughts? It means nothing. We did try to hang on to us and we succeeded for a while. It just didn’t work out in the end. She had some doctor boyfriend in New York and I was back together with Amy. We only randomly texted or emailed now. This last year has been more and more infrequent. We had our own lives now. So why am I feeling like this from just the thought of her being back in San Francisco?

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pattysfics · 7 years

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A Chance At Normal

Request: Omg! Could you do Max meeting his girl's (your) parents for the first time??? - @negan--is--god

A/N: Hi!! Hope you like it!! It was a pleasure to write!! Thank you for requesting!!

Max was anxiously pacing the living room of your apartment. Your parents were coming over for dinner and they didn’t know about Max or what he had done when you first moved in.

You were in the kitchen cutting up vegetables and putting them in the pan to cook them. “What if they don’t like me? What if we tell them about the stuff before? What if..,” you heard him ramble.

You smiled as you wiped your hands on a towel near by and draped it over your shoulder. “Max. We’ve talked about this already,” you told him leaning back against the counter. You heard his footsteps stop. A few moments later, Max appeared around the corner.

He looked at you sheepishly. He had his hands tucked in his pockets. “I know. I know,” he said walking into the kitchen. “I just don’t want them to hate me.”

“They won’t hate you because we aren’t telling them. What they don’t know won’t hurt them. I love you Max,” you told him walking over to him and whispering that last part in his ear before you pulled back to give him a big kiss on his lips.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said breaking away for a second before capturing your lips with his again. The kiss turned heated after a few moments. Max’s hands traveled down you sides till they rested on your hips. Your hands were clasped together behind his head as you pulled him down to you forgetting completely about the food on and in the oven.

You were interrupted what seemed like hours later when a knock on the apartment door echoed through the space. “Shit! Fucking hell,” you yelled when the sound of burnt food wafted to your nose. Behind you, you heard Max whisper a “fuck” of his own. Another knocked sounded from the door and your eyes found the time. 5:30, shit...

You had forgot about your parents coming over for dinner and to meet Max for the first time while you had an intense make out session here in the kitchen. “Take the food out of the oven and trash it,” you ordered Max. “I have to go let them in. Fuck.”

“Yes ma’am,” Max played as you hurried out of the kitchen. You stopped and whipped around to face him. Your eyes were serious. “Sorry,” he apologized quickly.

You huffed walking towards the door. Taking a moment to calm your nerves, you took a deep breath and put a fake smile on your face as you pulled the door open. “Mom! Dad!,” you squealed enveloping them in a hug.

“Oh darling it is so good to see you,” your mother said wrapping her arms around you. “What on earth is that smell?,” she questioned letting you and walking deeper in the apartment.

“Hey darlin’,” your dad said hugging you and placing a small kiss on the side your head.

You heard your mother scream when she walked into the kitchen. Next, you heard the sound of pans clamoring on the floor. Groaning as you walked into the kitchen, you saw Max bent down cleaning up the spilled burnt food. “(Y/N), why is this man in your house? Did he break in?”

You laughed when you saw Max’s eyes land on your mother then shake his head before he went back to cleaning up the food. “Umm mom no this is not an intruder. This is Max, my boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend?,” you mother questioned looking between you and Max. “Yay! Thomas our baby girl is growing up,” she cheered.

You walked over to Max and started to help him. “They seem nice,” he whispered to you. You peered up from the floor to find your father staring intently at Max. You cleared your throat drawing him out of his gaze.

“Mom, Dad, this is Max. Max, this is my mother, Rylie, and my father, Thomas.”

“Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N) it is a pleasure to meet you,” Max said standing and walking over to them. Your mother gladly accepted his hand and giggled when Max whispered something in her ear. When he shook your father’s hand, no words were spoken only a shared eye lock and a silent mutual understanding.

“Y’all still like Chinese? The sesame chicken for you mom and dad sweet and sour chicken, right?,” you inquired. They both quickly nodded their heads. “Max will you call it in? Get what we usually get and I’ll go pick it up.”

“Yes ma’am,” he played, “Be careful. There are some serious creeps out there.” You stopped and gave him a look. He then started laughing while your parents just stood there confused. The irony of this situation was too much.

“I will be back in a bit. So y’all talk, get to know each other, I don’t care just don’t let anyone die,” you told them grabbing your purse and keys before heading out the door.

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It was about thirty minutes later when you peeked your head back inside your apartment. The sound of laughter radiating from the kitchen made you smile as you walked deeper into the apartment.

Your mom was sitting on a stool beside Max. Her arms was draped on his shoulder as they talked. Your father was sitting across from them listening and chuckling along with your mother. Max was the first one to see you. “Hey baby,” he cooed sliding off his stool and towards you.

“Hey, looks like you had a good time,” you told him as he grabbed the bags from your hands. You slightly stood on your tippy toes and gave him a peck on the lips. He was about to try and make it more before you quickly pulled away. “Remember what got us in trouble in the first place,” you whispered to him barely slapping his should.

“You are going to kill me,” Max whispered back.

“Don’t worry baby,” you mocked, “I’ll make it up to you later.”

You heard Max ‘mmhmm’ as you slipped past him. “Food as arrived,” you cheered to your parents as they stared at you and Max after your little interaction.

Max brought the bags to the table and you quickly handed everyone their meals before you started to devour your food. Through the whole dinner casual talk was made. Your parents shared some embarrassing stories about your childhood. Even though you saw the hurt behind Max’s eyes he smiled and laughed with each story.

“Oh honey,” you mother cried after glancing at the clock. “We should get going. It’s pretty late outside and like Max said there are some creeps out there,” she laughed. You and Max looked at each other and shared a nervous laugh as you mother died of laughter.

“Goodnight baby girl,” you dad said wrapping his arms around you and placing a big smooch on your forehead. When he released you, he walked over to Max and gave him a hug as well. “You take care of my girl, ya hear me?,” he told him as he pulled away.

“Yes sir,” Max replied. “I won’t let anything happen to her. She’s my girl too,” he said as he smiled at you.

“Alright guys. Y’all be careful on the drive home,” you told your parents as you almost pushed them out of the door and gave them a small wave until they were out of sight. “Ahh, they’re finally gone,” you cheered as shut the door and turned to face Max.

He had a big cheshire grin on his face. “I happen to like your parents very much,” he chided as you walked over to him and laced your arms together around his neck.

“Yeah. I bet you do,” you leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips. “How about we continue what we had going on earlier?,” you asked him against his lips.

“Sounds good to me baby,” he said before capturing your lips with his as he led you back to your room never breaking the kiss or yours arms wrapped around him.

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