I paced nervously around the room. Come on. Come on. Come ON! I thought impatiently. The dial tone stopped mid-ring. I stopped pacing.

"Hello! You've reached Mark Fischbach's voicemail. Sorry I c-," I hung up the phone disappointedly. I flopped down on one of the comfy chairs in the staffroom, running my hand through my hair with a sigh. I've tried calling Mark 5 times now, and he still hasn't answered the phone. It's probably my fault anyways. My stomach churned. I slumped down in the chair, ashamed of myself.

Melly told me to take a break after the whole fiasco with the senior girls. She had taken over for me, thankfully. I worked so hard today, and the effects of exhaustion just hit me like a ton of bricks. I sighed again and looked up at the ceiling. I had told Melly that I would explain later, but I needed to make a call first.

I dialed Mark's number once more. The dull ring sounded in my ear. "I don't blame him for not picking up," I murmured, regretting all of today's events. I wish I hadn't left the car. I wish I had stayed and talked with Mark. I wish I hadn't blown him off like that. I thought about the time before all that shit went down.

When we were in my apartment this morning; when I tackled him to the ground and wrestled him for my T-shirt. I grinned.

I thought back to when we played Smash together, and how he had totally kicked my ass with Kirby every time, no matter who I played as. I smirked.

I thought about our trip to Taco Bell, and how he had tricked me into getting something super spicy. I chuckled.

The dial tone stopped again. "Hello?" asked Mark. I sat up straight and cleared my throat. "Hi Mark!" I said, trying to stay cool. I was so nervous; I thought the butterflies in my stomach could burst out at any moment.

"Jack? What do you want?" He asked. He sounded salty, but there was a hint of sadness laced in his words.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry. For what I did this morning," I started slowly. I placed my hand on my chest.

"I didn't know how to respond, and I probably looked like a couple asshole. I'm really sorry," I continued. "I am just as confused as you are. I don't know what we are anymore. And I want to fix that. We are friends, but I- um...so..y-yeah...do you want to...uh," I slowed. I was at a loss for words. Again. Even though I had rehearsed them over and over again in my head.

Mark waited silently for what I had to say. I continued to stutter, trying to organize my thoughts into a sentence that didn't sound stupid. At one point I wondered if he had hung up; he was so quiet.

"Yes, Jack. I'll go on a date with you," he said, with a small chuckle. "It's okay. Really. We were both tired and confused this morning. I don't blame you,"

I smiled widely. I stood up and started pacing excitedly, placing my hand on my chest like I do when I'm nervous or focused. Or...happy.

"So, where should we go?" Mark asked, shaking off his last sentence. I thought intently. "Uh..how about that arcade down the street from the diner?" I replied. He let out a sound of agreement. Like a verbal nod, if that makes sense.

"Sweet! We can go down there after my shift!" I said excitedly.

"I can't wait!" Mark replied. His voice was no longer salty and hurt, but hopeful and calm. My smile widened even more. "See ya then!" I said excitedly.

"See you then. Buh-bye!" Mark said cheerfully. I swear, I could almost see him smiling through the phone. I hung up, and let out a sigh of relief.

He forgave me. Everything's okay. Everything is gonna be just fine. We're going on a date! I ran my fingers through my hair. I looked down at my phone, and smiled again. Everything is going to go great.

Melly knocked gently on the staff room door. "Come in!" I called cheerfully. I looked over at the coffee table in the room and noticed a plate of chocolate chip cookies. I lifted the plastic wrap off the plate and took a couple.

Melly peeked into the room. "Hey Jack, how are ya?" She asked with gentle concern. Her brows were furrowed. She noticed the cookies in my hand. "Guess that answers that question!" She giggled as she slipped inside and closed the door behind her gently.

"You have some crazy mood swings, dude," she said, putting her hand on her hip with a smile. I couldn't stop smiling. I was nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement. It was like a 500 pound weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I took a bite of a cookie.

"So, what happened?" Melly asked intently, taking one of the cookies out of my hand. I swallowed the bit I had in my mouth and stared at her. "Dude!" I exclaimed, shielding my other cookie from her grasp.

She laughed, taking a bite of MY cookie that SHE stole. She took another one from the plate and handed it to me. I chuckled. "Alright, well, I guess I can tell you now," I said with a smirk. Melly flopped on the couch and blinked expectantly.

Melly went through a wave of at least 20 different emotions as I told my story. I never once mentioned Mark's name. After I finished, she leaped at me and gave me a big hug.

"I'm here for ya, dude! I always will be!" She said with a smile. I hugged her back. "Thanks Mel. I've never been on a date with a guy before," I said awkwardly.

Melly released me and sat back down in her chair. She laughed and threw her hands in the air, "Neither have I!" She cheered. I looked at her with confusion. She cleared her throat and continued, "But you'll be fine! I know you will! It seems to me that this dude already likes you. You don't have to impress him. Just be yourself!" She said.

"Well, I knew that," I chuckled. "But thank you for the advice. I'll keep you in mind if I ever need help," I told her with a small smile. She beamed.

"I'm always here if ya need me!" She replied.

"Hang on. Didn't you say you've never been on a date before?" I asked suspiciously. She shook her head, "Nope. I've never had a boyfriend. Or girlfriend," she replied with an embarrassed smile.

"Then why are you giving me dating advice?" I asked. Melly just laughed and shrugged. "Hey, you asked! This is just what I've picked up from movies and books and stuff,"

I raised an eyebrow at her. She chuckled nervously. There was an awkward silence before the familiar ding of the kitchen bell was heard. I could just barely hear Suzy call "Order up!" from the other side of the door. "Alright, that's my cue," Mel said, jumping up to get to the door. "Just a few more hours and you'll be on your first date with Mark! You'll be fine; don't even worry about it," She said, winking at me before she left.

I nodded with a smile. Wait...I shook my head in surprise, "Hang on! I never told you who I was going out with!" I called out to her. Melly stopped with her hand on the doorknob. She turned to face me and flashed me a cocky smile.

"But I'm right, aren't I?" She giggled as she left the room. I stared at her. Then shook my head dismissively. What a know-it-all, I joked to myself as I picked up another cookie from the plate.

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