"What the... how the... huh?" I couldn't believe it. It was Dark. "But... but I thought you had to go back!" I stared at him and rubbed my eyes, just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. He was still there when I uncovered my eyes, though.

"Well, you see... that may have been a lie." Dark explained that there was no real limit on how long he could be separated from Mark. The only repercussion would be that he would lose more powers until he went back after being out for a long time. As in weeks. However, Mark would wake up in a few days or so, even if Dark was still out. It was a good thing that Mark had taught me how to upload his pre-recorded videos. As long as his fans didn't know anything was going on, everything would be fine. Dark got up to get some butter and syrup for our pancakes, as well as refills for our orange juice.

I watched him silently, processing what he had told me, and concluded that his story checked out. I continued watching him and waiting for him to bring back the food and drinks, but he put down the items he had grabbed and stretched, flexing his back muscles. 'My god. He may not be Mark, but damn! I would definitely fuck him if my life depended on it. Scratch that- I would fuck him anyways!' Dark turned his muscular torso towards me. He had a knowing smirk on his face, much like the one he wore last night. Just like when he told me... "Shit..." I muttered as I remembered that he could read my mind.

"What's this? I've gone from just plain sexy to fuckable?" He questioned while raising an eyebrow, still smirking. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, slightly frustrated at myself.

"Hey now, don't go changing the subject like that!" I pointed an accusing finger at him and stared intensely. I crossed my arms and waited for him to answer, not looking away except to blink once or twice.

"Technically you're the one that changed it." Dark shrugged and put his hands up in a defensive manner, but only half-heartedly. He brought the butter, syrup and orange juice back to the table and set them down by the food, slightly closer to my side than his. He sat down and refilled our glasses, then gently pushed mine towards me.

"Shut the hell up Dark. Anyways, why'd you lie to me yesterday?" I broke my stare and started to put butter on my pancakes. He didn't say anything, so I glanced up to see where he was. "Where the fu-" Dark came up behind me and covered my mouth. 'WHAT THE HELL DARK?!' I screamed in my mind, knowing he could hear me perfectly.

'Hey, woah, calm down. There's something outside coming to the house...' He responded to me in a deep, bassy voice. I almost melted at the sound of it, but my anger came back and I rolled my eyes and sighed, for what had to be the third time today.

'Dark, it's just the damn mailman. Now please let go of my face.' I tried pushing his hands away from my mouth, but they didn't budge.

"Oh... right. It's different out here than in Mark's mind, I forgot." At this point I had stopped struggling, but he still hadn't let go of my face, so I licked his hand. "Ew, really (y/n)?" I laughed and stuck my tongue out at him to tease him. "Not cool!" He grimaced and went to wash his hand off at the sink.