Alone...

Trent smirked as he buried his head in Mark's shoulder.
"I'm glad I came."

"Im glad you came too. Wouldn't have been as fun without you Trent." Mark was happiest he had been in a long while.

"And I would still be on the beach crying if it wasn't for you so... thnaks." Trent smiled.

"Well, you wont be alone anymore. I plan on keeping you here with me."

"Really?" Trent grinned. He had not knownif Mark really liked him or just pitied him.

"Unless you want to ubject to that. If not then yes." Mark kissed his cheek.

Trent smiled.
"No way in hell am I going to object to that."

Mark pulled Trent into his arms and held him until they got back to land. Then Glen helped him into the car, Michael loaded the boat. Glen was ready to go get Mark looked at. "You coming?" He questioned.

"Of course." Trent smiled as he followed Mark and Glen.

They went and the doctor cleaned Mark's legs and gave him thirty two stitches.

Trent felt awful.
"Still my faulr." He sighed as he took Mark's hand.

Mark rose a brow. "Trent, I thought we had been over this. No its not, I dont blame you."

"You don't. But I do." Trent frowned and sighed.

Mark kissed his forehead and carded his fingers through Trent's hair. "Don't."

Trent sighed but couldn't help but smile.
"Okay, well how are you? Are you alright?"

"Im fine, I wont be down for long, all I needed was a few stitches and some cruches for a few weeks. I feel grate."

Trent frowned.
"Well I'm glad you don't feel too bad...."

"What's with the frown Trent? Lighten up." Mark grinned at him and caressed his cheek.

Trent gave a small smile.
"I don't like that you have to have crutches now."

"Trent, its only for a few weeks. Me and you will be just fine." Mark kissed he tip of his nose.

Trent gave a girlish giggle as Mark kissed his nose.
"Okay, I'm just worried about you." He smiled.

"Don't be Trent, im fine." Mark pulled Trent to his chest and droped a kiss on the top of his head.

Trent smiled wide. No one had made him feel like this...besides Caylen of course. But he'd just met Mark.

"Your way to adorable. Coming home with me?" Mark questioned as he picked up his crutches and hopped to the truck.

Trent grinned.
"If I'm allowed... I'd rather not sleep alone."