We are one
chapter two
"Mixi?" Mark said.
"Yes Mark? Man you look tired." I said.
"I am. I have something I'll like to tell you, but I don't know how to tell you. The lads have told me that I should tell you, but I can’t."
"Mark! I love you, and I have know you all my life, our moms have known each other since they where 17 or so, so if you don't tell me, I'll find out, you know I will. I'll just look at you when one of the lads or I say something to you, and I can see on the look on your face if it is that. You know you can't change the look on your face, you are a great singer, but you’re no good actor, ok maybe you are, but I can see right through you, you know that."
"Yes, I know, but I don't want to tell you." Mark said, looking at me with his puppy dog eyes. I closed my eyes and said: "Mark tell me! And I won't open my eyes ‘til you stop looking at my with you puppy dog eyes."
"Ok, I'll tell you, and you can open your eyes again, but please don't get mad at me, ok?" Mark said.
"I'll try not to get mad at you, and you know I can't stay mad at you more than a day or two." I said as I opened my eyes.
"Ok, here it goes. The other lads and Ronan thinks that you should go home to your mom and dad, and stop touring with us. A 16 year old girl shouldn't tour around like this, she should be home with her mom and dad, go to a real school, hang out with her friends, get in trouble and date."
"Mark, I can't do that!" I started to cry. "Mark, I can't go home and live like I did before Matt died. I just started to "live" again. You know that! I don't want to live with mom and dad, I don't want to go to school. I like the way school is on tour. I don't have friends, I lost them when Matt died, I get in enough trouble together with you and the others, and I don't want to date. The only guy I want to date and love is you, ok I love my dad and the other guys from Westlife. And what about you? You always say: ‘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.’ Yes, we are one, I'll only be half a person when I'm gone, and so will you." I really started to cry now. Mark held me close and said: "I know, I know, I'll tell the lads this and we will see if you can stay." Mark held me all night.
When Bryan came in the next morning, Mark told him that he had to tell him and the rest of the lads about something. When Bryan left, Mark gave me a kiss on the cheek and got out of bed to get dressed. I lied in bed for some minutes, but then I got out and got dressed too.
