"Whoa. After the fight you two had, I thought for sure that she wasn't coming." Mark nodded quickly at Tyler.
"Yeah, I thought I was screwed." Mark rubbed the back of is neck sheepishly.
"So did all of we." Ethan chuckled in the face of Mark's glare. "But seriously dude, you were freaking hysterical. Next time something like that happens, don't call us over to viciously rant at us." Mark huffed, his cheeks going light pink.
"C'mon, guys. I didn't wanna lose one of my best friends." Tyler rolled his eyes.
"Mark, at this point you gotta be honest with yourself." Tyler looked Mark straight in the eye. "She's way more than just a friend." Mark looked down at the floor as Tyler and Ethan said their goodbyes and left. He turned on his phone, and clicked on the Buddy Chatting Service. He pressed he and (Y/N)'s conversation. Slowly, Mark scrolled through the infinite pages of text. He stared at the hundreds of late nights, tired mornings, and rainy days. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the memories. He pressed his phone to his chest, acutely aware of the passage of time.
"I'm ready. I'm ready to see you."