It was 11 am when I open my eyes. I looked around. The room I was in, was a hotel room. Bryan came in the door and said: "Hey girl. Good you’re up! Well almost."
"Ha ha ha really funny" I said sleepy.
"Yes, I'm really funny! Well, Mark said I should go and get you, and tell you: Get dressed, we are going out in 10 minutes."
"WHAT? Ok, I'll make it. Where is Mark?" I asked as I got out of bed and went out in the bathroom, with my dress in my hand.
"He is outside together with some fans. So he sent me to get you. I could get away from the fans."
"Ok Bryan, I'll be with you soon." I said from the bathroom.
"Hey Mixi!" Bryan said.
"Yes, Bryan?" I said.
"Is there something? You know! With you and Mark...?"
"Bryan! You know what I'm going to say! No, Mark and I are just mates. He is my best mate, but nothing more. Get it?" I asked.
"Got it." Bryan said.
"Good! And I'm ready to go...now!" I said as I came out of the bathroom, in my little blue summerdress.
"Your are the only girl I know, how can get ready in 5 minutes or so, and still look that good!" Bryan said as he came over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "And I love that dress"
"Thanks Bryan! Well let’s go!"
We got out of the hotel, and right there Mark was with some girls around him.
"Lads, the bus is here." Shane said, and we all got in to the bus.
The lads were on their way to make a video, they had to be there at 12 p.m. I was always together with the lads. Mark and I had been best mates’ since I was 3 and he was 6 or 7. He has always been like a big brother to me, but everybody said we where girlfriend and boyfriend, but we have never been. He has really been like a brother to me, after my big bro’, Matt, died when I was 11. Now I'm 16 years old, I only see my mom and dad when Westlife is in Ireland and I almost live together with Mark and have ever since Matt died. What do my mom and dad say? Well, not much. They think I should do what I want to do ‘cause I got lost (if you can say it like that) when Matt died, I died right there with him. Mark helped me to live again, and I just started to "live" again after Westlife started, and I got out of Ireland. I haven't told any one this, but I love Mark with all my heart, the way a girl loves her friend, the way a sis' loves her brother, but I don't think I love him the way a girl loves her boyfriend, but I don't know any more. What does he think? He always says: "We are one! When you go away from me, there is something of me there goes with you, but when you come back to me, that thing comes back to." What does that mean? I have to tell this to someone.