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mark typed furiously on his keyboard as tears streamed down his face.

i don't know what to write, I'm a complete piece of shit. this is the fucking last chapter of my book and i cant even finish it. i fucking hate myself. why am i a writer. should i even be called a writer uyghghhghghfjjndghsaijioasfhino asjio

mark was overly frustrated with himself. 

everyday, he would sit on his desk chair, fingers ready to type, but nothing came to him. his mind was always blank. mark tried, he tried so hard to think of something, but nothing came to him. the last time something came to him was when... mark let out a gasp. 

"when i bumped into that handsome guy!" mark grabbed his jacket and put it out on and ran outside. he ran to the place where he saw the guy, hoping to see his inspiration again. 

mark scanned the area, looking for a boy with black hair, brown eyes, and a well-built body. 

mark sighed and began walking home while looking at the ground.

with his luck, he'll never find him again, meaning he will never finish his book and he will have to quit being a writer and he has to work at the stinking diner agai-.

"Watch out!" Someone shouted. 

Mark looked up with wide eyes.

He started screaming then shut his eyes.

Mark suddenly heard a foot skid on the ground and a loud thud.

"Am I dead yet?" Mark asked out loud.

Someone scoffed, "I wish."

"Well excuse m-," Mark opened his eyes. 

On the ground in front of him was the man he was looking for.

"Oh my! Mr.Gorgeous!" Mark accidentally said out loud. 

Mark looked at him, there was something different.

"Oh my god Mr.Gorgeous with blonde hair!" He yelled. 

Mr.Gorgeous stood up from the ground and dusted himself off. Mark immediately felt bad that he didn't help him up.

"Yeah I can say the same about you," nameless man said.

"Huh," Mark confusingly said.

"Ohh it'll hit you," Mr.Gorgeous told Mark while getting on his skateboard again.

"Wait-Can I get your number?" Mark yelled out. 

The man stopped, "I don't know. Can you?"

Mark rolled his eyes and ran over to the skateboard man. 

Mark handed over to his phone and the man put his number in.

After doing so, he handed back Mark's phone, gave him a little smile, and skated away.

"Hey what's your name?" Mark yelled out again. 

He heard the man yell, "Apparently it's Mr.Gorgeous."

Mark giggled and looked at the man's figure that soon began to grow smaller as he skated further away from Mark. 

When Mark came home, he checked his phone to see if the mystery man left his name as the contact name. 

Mr.Gorgeous with blonde hair 1 ;)

Mark looked at the name confusingly.

"If he's one, then who is tw-Oh my god," Mark shouted.

He looked in the mirror then grasped his blonde hair.

His ears turned red. "He called me gorgeous," he enthusiastically said, then ran to his computer and finished the last chapter of his book.

The End|

Mark shut his computer and sent Mr.Gorgeous with blonde hair a text.

He was ready to begin a new story in life.