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"You better not forget about me when you're like super fucking famous." "Of course not!" Mark breathes out a laugh, unwrapping himself from my arms so I can face him. "I'll never forget about you, Arabella," he holds both of my hands as he intensely stares into my eyes. My cheeks begin to heat up and my heartbeat races. I'm suddenly overwhelmed with that feeling again. You know that anxious state at the pit of your stomach before a job interview or when you're right at the top of a roller coaster waiting to drop down any second. Why does he make me feel nervous all of a sudden? Is it bad that I feel like kissing him right now? Can friends do that? "Promise?" I look up at him with hopeful eyes. "Promise." Slightly smiling, Mark sticks his pinkie out in front of him waiting for me to do the same, making me snicker.
Mark Lee is a k#%^*?!
