Mark looked down at his phone and sighed. 16:43.

Great! She is still pissed at me!

Then Mark remembered what he said to her last night.

"I can't go out with you on Tuesday...I just want some space and I can't."

"God, Talia. Here I am trying to treat you and you just throw it back at me? You never appreciate anything I wanna do for you! Just forget about it! You can have all the space in the world because we are done."

"I...Mark, you've had a long day and I think its best we talk about this tomorrow-"

"I don't wanna talk to you right now!"

"I thought you wanted some space. I didn't mean it like that. I don't wanna be that girlfriend that always has to be with her boyfriend. I just-" Natalia sighed when she heard the long tone.

"Maybe we aren't meant to be..." she whispered to herself.

Mark stood up with a groan and took his shoes off. He then went under his covers and closed his eyes.

"Jenna, where is Mark?" she asked when she came through the front door.

"Dunno. He has been moody all day and went straight to bed. Did you guys have another fight?"

"Kinda. It was my fault though." Natalia ran into his room and put her bag down on the foot of his bed before jumping on top of him. "Mark! I'm sorry!"

"What the hell...? Talia?"

"Sorry...I'm so sorry," she said again. Mark quickly leaned up and kissed her. He then rolled her over so he was on top of her.

"Don't." Kiss. "Say." Kiss. "That."

"I am though."

"No. I'm sorry. I had no right to say those things. I didn't think you would come. I was waiting for you." Mark rolled off her and sat up.

"I'm sorry. I went there a bit late because of traffic and then I had to wait and that took long. Then when we were coming back there was no way of moving. There was traffic everywhere. We were barely moving. And there was no signal where we were. I'm sorry I couldn't call you. Then I went home and got some clothes and I came here. My parents said I could stay the night. We can do the work. Then we can go out tomorrow, like you said. I'm sorry..." Mark leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.

"I love you so much, Natalia. I'm so sorry. I am so sorry for messing up again."

"No..." she whispered. Mark pulled her onto his lap and pulled the blanket round her. "It's not only your fault."

"We don't have any work. The only thing is from Aunt Paige and I finished that in class. I just wanna stay here with you."

Mark pushed himself until his covered back hit the wall. "Where's your dad?"

"He and Aunt Paige went to Cece's house. She's a family friend. She is going through a tough time right now...They went for support."

Natalia put her hands under his jumper and he jumped.

"I can report you for sexual harassment."

"But you won't because you like it," she said as she circled her hand around his stomach.

"Stop...it tickles."

"I love you," she said with a laugh. She felt him raise the end of her shirt and then his warm hand against his back. "Hey!"

"Hey yourself. Natalia?"

"What is it?"

"I want to get married. To you. Buy our own house. Start a family. Get annoyed at night because of the baby crying. See your face every night and every morning. Be able to come home from work and say 'Honey, I'm home.' Give you a kiss whenever I feel like. Just to hold you like this. I wanna get married young so we can do everything together. Be able to call you Natalia Linton. That kinda sounds better."

"Is this a proposal?"

"Yes it is. It's not the best. I should have done it at dinner or rose petals or-"

"No...It's perfect. It's with you, that's all that matters. It's quite funny because yesterday me and Jenna were just talking and I said I wanted to get married young. Then Dennis asked."

"I gave him the sign. I always told him that if I was gonna marry someone and they were in the room, then I would give him the sign."

"Oh! What's the sign?"

"Not gonna say. But you can't say anything...especially not to your parents. I haven't asked for your dad's permission."

"Fine." Natalia smiled before getting off his lap. "Jenna told me you came straight here. Let's go and eat."

"I'm not hungry," Mark whined when he hugged her.

"But I'm starving."

"Why didn't you tell me? I could have gave something to you."

"Well I'm telling you now! Come on!"