Chapter 23

                                    

                                          
Your POV
                          
"Son of a B..." I fall to the floor clutching my foot after dropping my sofa on to it for the second time in the last twenty minutes. Today I took a half day from work to finish cleaning up the apartment and in the process of vacuuming under the couch it slipped out of my hand and onto my bare foot.
                          
" This is definitely going to bruise. *sigh* no more lifting" With a groan I get to my feet and just maneuver the vacuum hose to the best of my ability under the couch. Once I was satisfied with that I took a step back to examine the room. The living room was spotless, the hardwood shined from a nearly fresh mopping, the dark blue sofa is carefully decorated with ruffled throw pillows and an afghan I made back in college. I plop down in a chair and take in a deep breath of relief.
                          
 "That's the last room in the place" A smile spreads across my face. I hope Mark likes it here or at least thinks it look decent. I glance at the clock and then toward the kitchen. It didn't occur to me how late in the day it was and on top of that how hungry I was.
                          
I sluggishly push myself out of the chair and make my way to the fridge only to find it completely empty.
                          
"Whelp looks like I need to make a market run" I sigh grabbing  my keys off their hook and heading out the door.   
                          
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Aisles and Aisles of food and snacks, and drinks. My basket is nearly spilling over with food for Mark and I for the week. I reach for a box from the top shelf and look at it. 
                          
"Does Mark eat Cheez-its? Mark eats Cheez- its... Everyone eats Cheez- its, Don't they?" I mumble to myself before putting the box in my cart. 
                          
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Finally got everything put away and have a microwave pizza cooking for my ever so healthy dinner. My phone begins to and I smile as I press it to my ear.
                          
"Hey Mark"
                          
"Her (Y/N), What's up?" His voice sounded more cheerful than it had the last time we talked.
                          
"Just making some food is all. What about you?"
                          
"Just dropped Chica off, and heading home to go to sleep, got an early flight tomorrow"
                          
"Awe Chica, I miss her" I pout even though I know Mark couldn't see it, I really did miss her. I always wanted a puppy of my own.
                          
"Yeah? Do you miss me?" I just knew he was smirking when he asked.
                          
"Nah" I stifle a giggle "I'll see you tomorrow so what's the point?"
                          
"I'm hurt"
                          
"I'm kidding"
                          
"I know, and for the record I miss you too. I'm home now so I'm going to pass out."
                          
"Okie dokie, Sweet dreams babe I'll see you in the morning"
                          
"Can't wait, Good night" He made a kissing noise into the phone before hanging up. What an adorable dork.
                          
After I finish my "dinner", considering it's 11:45 pm it's more like a midnight snack, I tidy up the kitchen and headed to bed myself. In less than 12 hours I'll be back together with Mark, I can't wait!