Long Way From Love (Mark Free fanfiction)

Chapter 2: After School

"You know sitting on the desk isn't a smart idea, the teacher will yell at you and you might fall off. Trust me it hurts when you fall off or it flips on you." I smiled while speaking. "Oh- wait you flipped the desk before?" The way he asked almost sounded as if he didn't believe me.

"Yeah, well no. I didn't flip it, I was sitting on it and Mark was leaning on it and apparently the desk didn't like that to much cause it flipped over and I fell." I explained to him, smiling at the memory. 

"Okay, that makes more since." Bruce chuckled and his smile got even bigger which caused me to smile. "I see my smile is contagious." He declared, that made me blush and for some reason he thought that was real funny cause he laughed so hard he fell off the desk. Not overly bright but funny. 
"I told you but no you just had to fall." I tried to sound serious but it didn't work I smiled and started to giggle. It was funny. "Yeah, yeah very funny." He sarcastically mumbled but it was obvious he was smiling to.

He tried to get up but his hair had different plans. His long brown hair was stuck under the desk and he fell back down. I laughed harder and cursed "Dammit." under his breath. I lifted the desk off his hair, he got up, grabbed a chair and sat down and wrote his name 'Bruce Gowdy' on our project paper like nothing ever happened.

He must be crazy, or he was trying to be funny. I don't know? I can't read his mind but i do know everyone in the class is looking at us but he doesn't seem to care. I care because every one's attention is on us. What do I do, act normal, act normal, act like Bruce, just act like nothing ever happened and get to work. 

My face must of screwed up in a worried look, Bruce must of noticed because he gave me a 'are you okay look'. "I'm fined." Is all I said and looked at the paper. 

"No your not." Bruce retorted and continued. "Look, don't worry. What happened was funny and all you need to do is laugh, then every one want care." He touched my hand in comfort and I looked up to see his brown hair all over his face with one eye closed and his tong hanging out of his mouth. I started to laugh and a smile returned to Bruce's face. "Better?" He whispered and i nodded.

"So which one do you want to do?" Bruce asked referring to our project. I looked at him. "How about we do it on a band." I told him. His eye's lit up with happiness at my response. See I'm not the only person that is obsessed with bands.

"We could do Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath what about Kiss or Van Halen, Fleetwood Mac maybe-" I stopped him. "I hate Stevie Nicks so no Fleetwood Mac." I told him. Yeah so, I might just have a wee bit of a hatred for Stevie Nicks, no offence but i can't stand her. 

"So no Fleetwood Mac, how about Rainbow or Deep Purple?" He added. I thought for a second. I have already made up my mind on which band but I'll sound suspicious if I said it right away.

"We can do Rainbow. They got good music." I finally answered, my faced turned red when the idea of doing a project on Cozy Powell. I might or might not have a big crush on him. For some reason I'm just in love with him.

Bruce eyed me in suspicion but let it go. I was just finished writing my name on the paper when the bell rang. 

We got up to leave class. "Oh I forgot about The Who, we could of done The Who, but it's to late now!" Bruce exclaimed. I started to say something but Bruce interrupted me.

"Want to hear a joke?" He asked. "Sure." I replied. Oh god, if his jokes are anything like Mark's there going to be so bad its funny.

"You ready?" Bruce said. "MmmHmm." "Knock, Knock." He started. Seriously a knock knock joke. This should be funny. "Who's there?" I 'answered'. "The..." He continued. "The Who?" I sighed. Then I realized what the joke men't and I burst out laughing. 

I almost couldn't stop. That was so stupid and so funny. I felt kind of dumb for not catching on.

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A/N

So in this chapter the thing that was true is Mark Free had a friend named Bruce Gowdy during high school, Gowdy and Free were really close friends. Gowdy became the guitarist for Free's band, Unruly Child. I hope if anyone is actually reading this that they enjoy it. For me, this is emotional to write. For some reason what Mark Free did, really affected me to the point I almost had a panic attack. I know that's really stupid but it's true, and I'm sorry about my grammar. Oh, this is kind of strange but I was creating a cast for my other book i started and I put Bret Michaels and Wattpad changed it to Bred Michaels and I'm like who the heck is that and I looked it up and theirs not a person called that, please explain. But if anyone does read this, y'all tell me what you think I can improve on. I ain't that good of a writer but... yeah, I don't even know what I just said was even suppose to mean. So Vote, Comment, Share and all that jazz.