Pt. 1: A Sticky Quandary (Mark's POV)

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One whole year with this goof, one year. I sat in the kitchen pondering on what would become of our friendship after Unus Annus. Will we still be as close as we are now? I sipped my coffee and set it down on the marbled counter top, it wasn't like me to think so far ahead.
Ethan entered the room with a careless stride, and a quirky grin, so oblivious, and eager for anything, it was almost childlike. His smile ignited something inside me, I felt almost obligated to protect him, like nothing else around me mattered as long as he's okay. "Morning Mark.", He smiled. Our eyes locked. I could get lost in his eyes. The blue and green clashed together perfectly.
"Mark?!", He chuckled. "Oh uh, good morning", I stuttered while forcing a smile. As I turned back towards the counter, the back of my hand collided with the coffee cup causing a catastrophic mess to splash into my lap, and onto the floor. The coffee cup unfortunately did not survive, it shattered. Ethan's mouth slowly widened into an empathetic laugh, "What is with you this morning?", he chuckled.
My heart raced, the uncomfort of the blistering hot liquid quickly subsided, leaving me in a cold, sticky quandary. "A little help?"
"On it", he giggled. He brought over a towel, placed it on my lap, and bent down infront of me to pick up the shards. I patted my lap with the fabric, and dried the seat. As I got up, my leg bumped into Ethan's shoulder throwing him off balance.

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