"he told me he would... and i think i can believe him," i respond, looking down at my hands, replaying everything that has happened. i let out a sudden small chuckle. "you still want to take me out on that date, fischbach?" i say, turning my head to him. he doesn't answer, because i already know the answer.

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this was bit of a filler, but i hope you enjoyed it none of less!

also, it's still mark's birthday, so happy birthday you dweeb!

erin. xx