blinkmemark

things...

2008-04-16T00:12:51Z

are boring lately. I'm writing a new story. It's a Tom DeLonge story.

Mark's been posting quite often on his site lately though. That makes me happy.

Oh wait I almost forgot! Everything that I have believed has been a lie.

On the himynameismark podcast #34 Mark says how he hates unicorns! NO WAY!!!! I did not seen that coming. Someone said something about rainbows and unicorns, so I'm thinking "cool Mark's gonna say something about unicorns!" And he does. Not what I was expecting though. Does anyone else remember in The Urethra Chronicles 2 when Mark's talking about how he saved Tom's life? If it wasn't for that unicorn that dragon would have killed them BOTH!!!

So yeah that made me upset.

If anybody has a good source for blink-182 fanfiction that ISN'T quizilla, lj, or fandomination, can you please tell me?

Dad Left

2008-03-15T01:31:26Z

This is a Good Charlotte Fic that i wrote a few years ago.

Title: Dad Left
Author: BlinkMeMark
Rating: PG13
Summery: Have you ever wondered what happened that one Christmas Eve in the Combs' household?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This is NOT how it happened. (As far as I know.)

It was Christmas Eve and mom and dad were still fighting. My Gosh I hate it when they fight. Sometimes it’s about money, if one of them got fired from a job, but I absolutely hate it when they fight about us. My parents are constantly fighting about Joel, Josh, Sarah and I. We are the children that they are supposed to love forever and ever, not scream to each other about every night. Especially not Christmas Eve. Well I know mom loves us. My dad doesn’t seem to care. In his eyes we are punching bags.

If some one puts their shoes in the wrong spot they get beat. If me or my sibling gets a bad grade we get a lecture from mom and dad. Then when mom leaves to go to work we get beat. My name is Benjamin Combs and this is my life.

“That’s it I’ve had enough of the arguing,” I told my brothers and sister as I got up and headed to the door.

“Benj stop you know what happens when we interfere,” my little sister called out to me.

“Yeah but right now I don’t really care,” I told her. I was now in the hallway slowly walking into the living-room.

As I turned the corner I saw something that I know will scar me for life. Watching in horror my eyes were glued onto my father as he ripped the phone out of the wall and chucked it clear across the room flying towards my mother. She tried to get out of the way but the hunk of plastic had hit her right in the chest.

“MOM!” I ran over to see how bad she was injured. If he hurt mom I’d kill him.

“Benjamin. Oh I’m fine just a little sore,” she told me. I knew it was more than that when I saw the tears running down her usually rosy but now pale cheeks. I gave her a hug making sure I didn’t hurt her anymore than she already was.

“Mom. Go into my room and try to comfort Sarah, Joel, and Josh.”

“Okay sweetie. Please don’t let him hurt you.”

“I won’t. Don’t worry.” My mother now had a smile on her face. I watched her walk down the hall and listened to the foot steps until I could no longer hear them.
I let out a long sigh. Walking into the T.V. room I saw my dad sitting on the couch watching some show that I couldn’t identify with a beer bottle in his hand.

I sat down to watch it with him. I wasn’t really paying attention to what was on. Instead I was thinking of something to say that won’t make him mad.

After about 5 minutes of an awkward silence I finally just asked the question that has been bugging me for years.
“Dad do you really hate mom?” About once a week my parents would fight and out would come that dreadful sentence ‘I hate you.’ Then he would storm off into town and get himself drunk.

There was that awkward silence again. He took another swing of his beer. I was praying that he would say no.

“What does it matter to you,” he asked me with anger in his eyes.

“Because you’re my father and she is my mother and I should get to know if you don’t love her any more.” I think I might have got him a little angry.

“Not anymore.” His words stung. “And you know, if it were up to me I wouldn’t be your father, Robin wouldn’t be you mother and you and that little sissy twin of yours wouldn’t be here.” He sat up. “If it were up to me you never would have even existed! That’s your answer you worthless pile of-” I had hit him. I don’t know what came over me but it felt good.

While he was still trying to stand up straight I hit him again. This time he didn’t nearly fall over backwards. Instead he slapped my left cheek. The burning of it hurt so badly.

“Don’t you dare hit me!” Then he punched me in the face. He got up and walked off to his room. Sarah must have heard the bedroom door slam too. My little sister came out into the T.V. room and gasped.

“Benji. Oh my God, Benji.” With that she started to sob. It killed me to see her cry. It also killed me to see her get beat by dad. She is the youngest in the family so she got hurt by him when she was only 9 years old.

“I’m fine just help me up.” I gave her my outstretched hand. She grabbed it and pulled me up.

“Thanks.” As I look around the room I see Joel, Josh, and Mom sitting on the old tattered couch. I carefully studied their faces. In all of their eyes there was a mixture of sadness, pain, anger, depression, and hurt. I looked back at my little sister and she had the same look in he eyes.

All of a sudden I started to cry. I let it all out I felt Sarah’s gentle and soft hug, then Joel’s, then my mother’s then I felt Josh’s strong muscular arms wrap around my shaking body also.

I hear my father’s footsteps go toward the front door. Oh well.

“I’m going to the store.” I don’t think any of us really took in what he had just said. About a minute later we all pulled away from our group hug. We all sat back down on the couch and started to watch some Christmas movie that was on T.V.

At that moment it hit me. What kind of store would be open on Christmas Eve?

“I’ll be right back I need to get something,” I told every one. I nudged Joel signaling for him to come with me. We walked into mom and dad’s bedroom. I started to go through drawers and cabinets then the closet. Nothing. I felt my heart sink as a few tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Benji what exactly are we looking for?”

“Nothing in particular,” I managed to get out in between sobs.

“Benj what’s wrong,” my twin asked curiously.

“Joel,” I started “I think dad left us.” He pushed me aside to look into the closet and gasped. Only our mother’s clothes were to be found.

“No,” was all he managed to get out. We both broke down crying. A moment later we gathered our courage to tell mom and our siblings.

“Mom?”

“Yes dears,” she asked wiping away tears. I looked at Joel who gave me a nervous look that said ‘you got to tell her now.’ I sighed. Tears were now forming in my eyes and threatening to fall.

“Mom,” I was mentally fighting myself on how to tell my mother that her husband for such a long time had left her and her family. I finally decided to get straight to the point. “Mom dad left.” By now I was sobbing and after a while so was the rest of my family. Then she got up off of the couch.

“Sarah, Benjamin, Joel, Joshua. I need some time to think. I’m going to go to your Aunt Julie’s house and I promise I will be back tomorrow morning.” She said this while giving each of us a kiss and hug. “Take care of yourselves.” Right before she walked out of the door I could see a single tear fall off of he face.

~One Year Later~

“Joel you got to check out this song I wrote.” I ran over to my brother and pulled up a chair and sat down with my guitar.

“Alright, alright.”

“I’m really sorry. I know this song is going to bring up some bad memories.”

“It’ll be ok. Wait this isn’t going to be about when Kelly called me fat at the pool party is it?”

“No, no not that,” I told him “Although maybe I should…” I trailed on.

“Don’t you dare!”

“I won’t you big baby. Anyways this song is about...well…um last Christmas.”

“Oh,” was all he could say.

“Yeah,” I stared to strum and sing the song I had written.

Another year, Another tree
But this year you won't be with me
And it don't, feel much like Christmas
We used to watch the same old shows
Sing Social D on the radio
But it don't, feel much like Christmas
This used to be, my favorite holiday
My Christmas Eve was filled with dreams
But you chased them all away

Why did you leave me for Christmas?
You left me lonely its true,
Could you have waited till New Years?
At least the year would be through...

And now the mistletoe’s hanging
For no reason at all
And all the presents are still wrapped
But you don't even call

I took a walk to where we go
There were lights and there was snow
But it don't feel, much like Christmas

And people ask me how you've been
I fake a smile and say ok,
But I don't feel, much like Christmas

You used to be, my favorite holiday
But now you're gone, I’m all alone
And all that I can say

Why did you leave me for Christmas?
You left me lonely its true,
Could you have waited till New Years?
At least the year would be through...

And now the mistletoe’s hanging
For no reason at all
And all the presents are still wrapped
But you don't even call

Waiting here alone
Christmas by the phone
Waiting here alone
Spending Christmas by the phone...

There was a tear now rolling down my cheek. I heard clapping when I had finished. Not just from Joel, but from Sarah, Josh, and Mom too. My mom came up to me and gave me a hug.

“That was wonderful honey, keep writing because one day you’re going to be famous.” At that moment my heart filled with joy the kind of joy only a mother could bring.

A Reunion

2008-03-02T01:27:55Z

Title: A Reunion
Authour: BlinkMeMark
Pairing: Mark/Tom
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summery: Mark gets an unexpected not from Tom, a few years after the death of their band.

A/N: Sorry for the sucky-ness. It gets a bit dirty at the end.

Mark's P.O.V.

I lay on my bed. I am smiling. I haven't smiled in a long time. I close my eyes. The song that I was listening to ends. In a split second I return to reality from my fantasy land and feel sinking in my chest as my smile dies. It won't stop. I lean over to my nightstand and grab the small stereo remote control. I hit the 'back' button, so my dream land will return. The sound of drumming fills my ears.

A blue, black shade of love.
Sent from above.
My hands are tied to worlds unknown,
And this I know.
Your breath's like wine,
And just like clouds, my skin crawls.
It's so divine, the sky it glows with fields of light.

I pretend he's here. I pretend he's singing this song for me. I pretend he didn't write it for Jen. I pretend he felt the same way for me as I did for him all thoese years. I pretend he still thinks about me.

Tom was my best friend. We agreed to stay best friends no matter what. I still don't know what happened. People ask me why the band broke up and I simply tell them 'It just didn't feel like a band anymore.' This is true. But I don't even know his side. I want to know his side. It's been three years since the 'hiatus' was announced. I still need closure at the very least.

Tom was always the first one I would call when something happened. I was always his first call too. Even the littlest things. If I had bought a new album that I really liked, he would be the first one to know. When we were younger I would be the first one he called when he got his hands on a six pack of beer.

Near the end of Blink, I didn't feel like I could tell him anything anymore. I felt I was an annoyance to him. Maybe he was just growing up. Or maybe we just grew apart.

I started thinking about Tom in a different way around the time Enema of The State was being recorded. I never told anybody. I know I'm not sraight. But I know I'm not gay. I'm not bi either. I just love Tom. I like girls. Girls are hot. I don't like guys. Guys are funny, but not hot. Tom is hot. I'll admit that to myself. I would love to have him touch me places only girls have. And I would love to touch him in places I have only touched on myself. But he's the only guy I think that about.

I always hid how I felt from him. There were times, many times, where I wanted to kiss him. There were many times where I wanted to tell him I loved him. I told him I loved him all the time, but in the way where two best friends could say it to each other and not be considered gay.

The song just ended. I sigh and go downstairs to watch The Simpons and read my mail. I grab the small pile, sit down on the couch and turn on the TV. I start to flip through the mail. Bill. Bill. Junk. Victoria's Secret magazine. I put that one to the side for later. Junk. Junk. At the bottom is a small folded piece of paper, not even in an envolpe. 'Mark' is written on it in small letters. Most likley from a fan. I smile to myself and let out a small laugh. I unfold the letter, expecting to see 'MARRY ME' or 'I LOVE YOUR MUSIC SOOOOOO MUCH' or even a phone number. All it says is, 'Starbucks aorund the corner @ 7.' I laugh to myself some more. After I calm down a little bit, I scan the page for anything else. Nothing. Except a small pencil drawing on the bottom right hand corner. I lift the paper closer to my face to see what it is.

It's a UFO. Tom's UFO. The same UFO he would draw over and over again on little scraps of paper when he was getting bored. It was also his signature for when we wrote to each other, or left a note to each other. Nobody else knew about our code. Not even Travis.

I look at the clock to my right. It's didital numbers flash 6:37. I'm still shocked. It could easily be a joke. A prank like the kind he use to play one me...back when we were friends. I decided that it wasn't a joke. Tom did abandon Travis and I, and did a good job of making sure that we didn't talk to him again, but he's not cruel enough to trick me into thinking there's hope for our friendship. I really shouldn't even be thinking that. Maybe he left something at my house all those years ago that he wants back, or maybe its to discuss the shares I own of Atticus, MacBeth, or Loserkids.
even though I decided to put it all behind me. I look back at the clock. 6:47. With out another thought, slip on a pair of Vans and leave the house, locking the door behind me.

It takes me about 10 minutes to walk to the Starbucks. As I walk I think to myself what your going to say. What do I say? Oh my God! What do I say? I realize quickly that I need to stay calm. I take a deep breath in through my nose, and out through my mouth. My hands start to shake. I was now in front of the coffee store. I step inside and sit down at a tale in the corner. My hands continue to shake and I start to fiddle with the worn sleeves of my hoodie. When I get bored with that, I start to gnaw at my knuckles. It was an old habit that I picked up as a kid when I got anxious. The pit of my stomach started to hurt and I realized what was happening. I withdrew a small pill container from my hoodie pocket. I broke one of the small pills in half and swallowed it. I put my Xanex back into my pocket. Only a few frineds knew that I was prone to have panic attacks when I was stressed.

"Um...hey," spoke a voice from my left. I turned and saw a man with brown shaggy, but soft hair, and a skinny frame. I wondered if he had seen me. The look of fear in his eyes told me he did.

"Hi," I muttered back to him. As I said this I looked down. I wanted to cry. It was too overwhelming for me to take in. He sat down across from me. "What's this about," I state after a few seconds of silence. I turn to Tom. He's looking down at the table now.

"I miss you." It took me a few seconds to comprehend what he was telling me. But even then I didn't fully understand.

"Wait. What?"

"Let's go for a walk," he tells me. It's that what all the serial killers say to their victims to get them out of a public place before they stike? I ignored the irrational thought. He got up, and so did I. I folowed him out the door, down the street, and to the park. He sat down in the middle of the field, and I sat next to him. I looked at him for a few moments. He turned his head to look at me and then sighed. "I need to tell you suff. A lot of stuff." I nod my head, instructing him to go on. He was silent for a moment. I wanted to take him into my arms and not let him go. But that might be a bit weird, considering we haven't spoken for 3 years. He could be an entirely different person now. He started with his story. "Well first of all Jen left me a few weeks ago. She took Ava, and my son Rocket that you never met." I was shocked.

"Oh fuck man I'm so sorry!" I remember Ava. She was like my niece. I loved her. I never met his son Rocket, But I've seen pictures of him. "Can I ask what happened? Or is that going too far right now?" He laughed.

"No man it's cool. She just felt that I didn't love her more or anything. Quite a big accusision to make, yeah. But it was true in a way. I don't even know what happened man. My family was on tour with me. I spent most of my time with them, but she said she felt disconnected all the time, that we were only together becasue we had kids. It was true though. I did love her. After the break up I got the impression she was using me for the money and fame." I always thought Jen was a great person. I never really thought she would just full blown take advantage of Tom. I guess I really didn't know either of them as well as I thought I did. "The truth is," he continuted, "I don't know why I married her in the first place. I loved someone else." He frowned. I looked at him confused.

"Who," I asked him.

"I-I can't tell you...you might get pissed and leave." Now I understood what was going on.

"Dude you loved Skye? Come on we divorced over a year and a half ago. I really don't ca-"

"No! No! No! It wasn't Skye. No man she was your's." I went back to being totally oblivious of to who he was talking about. "Okay if I tell you everything, like why I left the band, why I couldn't talk to you, all that shit, will you promis not to leave in the middle of my story?" This was exactly what I wanted. The cloesure I needed.

"I promise." He nodded and began his tale.

"I-I um..When I was younger, I really liked you. Like more than best friends should like each other. The more we hung out the more I saw I was falling for you. I was really scared. Then I met Jen and, we started dating, I guess I can't really say I rucshed into that one though. But I think I only married her to forget about you. If I could have a real relationship, I would forget all about the feelings for you. After my whole back thing and I got the painkillers and stuff, I would feel better. I could forget about you sometimes. When we were recording the self-titled, I found I wanted you even more. I tried to distance myself from you. As much as I possibly could without destroying our freindship and the band. I just couldn't do it anymore. When we were demo-ing, playing shows, you just looked so...good...playing and singing and I didn't know what to do with myself. That's why I couldn't do some of the shows, and why I wanted to record in my own house. I thought maybe even time away from you could make my feelings go away. I had to quit. I would have gone mad if I didn't. I loveed you and I didn't want to admit it to myself. All of the songs I wrote about girls, were about you. When Jen heard the song 'Breathe,' she was so happy. I couldn't tell her it was about you. Ha. the one romantic thing I did wasn't even for her. And, I still love you. even after 3 years..."

I was speechless. Quickly I leaned over and kissed him. His soft lips finally touching mine. All of the anger, hurt, pain, any bad feeling that I ever had was released. I felt him lick my bottom lip, begging for entry. I opened my mouth and with my tounge I massaged his. He rolled over on top of me to take control. He kissed me deeper. Deeper and with more passion than I had ever felt with anyone. I felt something poke against the inside of my thigh and I laughed. He laughed too.

"Let's take this back to my place," I told him. I got up.

"Wait give me a minute!" I laughed at him. He was lying on the grass with a boner. A huge one. I waited. And waited. And then I stopped trying to resist. I crawled on top of him. I started to kiss his neck, and nibble at his ear. I didn't want to control my hands anymore. I took off his shirt and let them freely slide down his waist to his belt buckle. I undid it and took his pants off. He was now lying there, cock standing high out of his boxers. I smiled at him. I was dark by now and a warm night with no one in the park. I smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss. I then lowered myself down to his crotch. I kissed the head of his cock and recived a moan from him. I licked all over his hard-on.

"Mark...Oh God Mark! Please..please!" I took him into my mouth and sucked. Swirling my tounge I heard him pant. He tasted so fucking good. I couldn't even discribe it. I licked his head and took him back in. "Shit Mark. I'm cumming!" A second later I tasted his warm liquid on my tounge. I swallowed it all.

"Do you want to taste yourself?" He nodded to me. I went back up to him and stuck ms tounge into his mouth. He sucked on my tougne vigorisly, collecting what cum I had left on it.

"Fuck," he mumbled into my mouth. "I taste good." I pulled away and laughed. I told him to get his pants back on. He obeyed. I put my head down on his chest and looked to him.

"Tom, I love you." He smiled at me.

"I love you too Mark."

A/N: AWWWW!!! Wasn't that cute?