Mark woke up in bed with Siobhan. Last night he had taken advantage of her so much and he didn’t care one bit.
            “I’ve got to go to the studio now,” he whispered in her ear.
            “’Kay,” She whispered and she turned over and away from him. Mark looked at the clock. It was only six O’clock, but he had to think of a way to keep Paul quiet.
            Climbing out of bed quietly, he pulled his clothes on and went out of the flat. Climbing into his car and driving home, he thought about his situation.
            “I have Ben and Paul both wanting me how cool,” He said out loud. He couldn’t believe how he could do this, the old Mark was never like this. But he preferred the new Mark.
            Pulling into his drive, Mark carried on smirking. He looked like the normal Mark from a distance but there was a sense of evil in his eyes, it replaced the warmth that used to e there.

            Sammie sat in her room after she had woken up; she couldn’t sleep.
            “I’ll go for a walk,” she said quietly. As she pulled on her clothes she thought about the night before. Ben had stayed at her door and kept begging her to let him in, and she just cried all the time. She loved him for sure, and he loved her, but what he said about not wanting to be lonely had pushed her over the edge.
            She pulled her jacket on, and her shoes, and opened the door to find Ben sleeping at her door. She knelt down.
            “Ben come on, you can’t stay there.”
            He mumbled something and she tried to make it out.
            “I’m so sorry”
            “Ben, come on, wake up,” she said, tapping his cheeks.
            “ . . . love you Sammie, don’t go.”
            Sammie was sure she heard Ben walk away last night. He didn’t have the flowers anymore, but he smelt of alcohol so she figured he had been drinking.

            “GET UP YOU LAZY LUMP!” She shouted, and he shot up.
            “Sammie!” He said as he hugged her.
            “Don’t Ben,” she said as she pushed him off her. “You best go back to your room Ben,” she said, walking off, but Ben grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back.
            “Sammie, I love you”
            “Ben, I don’t think you know the meaning of the word, I really don’t”
            “I do, Mark made me realise it’s you I need”
            “See, you need me, you don’t want me. Now leave me alone.” She said, pulling his hands off her and walking away. Sammie just realised Ben had only a towel around him.
            “. . . Erm, Ben? . . .”
            “Yeah?”
            “Where are your clothes?”
            “I ran out of the room last night butt naked, and I saw one of the cleaners walk by, and I grabbed one of the towels from her trolley. I needed to see you.” He said, tears running down his face. She went over and hugged him.
            “Forget about me Ben, it will be better in the long run. I will still be your friend but forget about a relationship.” She walked away faster.
            “How can I forget about a relationship with you, you’re my one true love.” Ben said quietly to himself.

            Mark was driving to the studio around eleven O’clock, and he was going to put plan ‘Paul’ in action.
            “I’m so good at this,” he said, checking his reflection in the mirror and smiling. He pulled up at the studio and saw Paul walking in.
            “Hey!” He called. Paul stopped and waited for him. When he got there Mark whispered in his ear, “Hope you haven’t changed your mind.” As he said that, he ran his hand down the spine of Paul’s back.
            “No.” He said, walking into the studio a bit quicker so they didn’t get caught.
            “Finally, you two are here.” Christian said, looking up at them.
            “We’re not late.” Mark said, looking at him in a weary way.
            “You are, by two minutes.”
            “That is stupid.” Paul said, looking at him, and raising his eyebrow.
            “Oh, I guess it’s just my Norwegian sense of humour, more defined and on a higher plain than yours.” He said, smiling at them.
            “Oh, be quiet.” Mark said, going over to a keyboard and switching it on. He started playing the tune to ‘Take on me’-that’s how he felt about everything. He felt he could take on the world. He was laughing like he was possessed.
            “Mark, what the hell has gotten into you?” Christian asked. “Have you been doing drugs?”
            “Nothing and no, I’m just expressing a new me.”
            There was a loud noise, which happened to be Siobhan barging through the door.
            “Six O’clock? How can you leave me that early in the morning? I thought I was late for work, so I get up and find it’s only six. I’m not having this any more, Mark. I want to know where you keep disappearing. NOW!”
            “Nowhere in particular.” He said, trying to pull her into a kiss.
            “No, Mark. You need to explain yourself.” She said, raising her voice.
            “Siobhan, calm down.”
            “No, I forgave you yesterday, but I had a chat with Colin, and he said you have something to tell me. Are you having an affair Mark?”
            “No, there’s no one but you, you’re the only one for me.” He said, hugging her.

            Ben had gotten changed, and had gone to sit down in the gardens. He wondered where Sammie was.
            “So what’s a nice girl like you doing sitting here on your own?” He remembered how he had used that line the day they had gotten together-they had known each other for a while. She had joked about the comment until he kissed her and then that was it.
            Sammie could see Ben from her hotel room. She felt so sorry for him, she had pushed him away twice and he wanted her again. Ben turned around and looked up at her room. He saw her looking at him, but she quickly moved from the window. Then it hit Ben.
            “A song! I’ll write her a song, one that only she will hear.” Ben smiled at her new found idea, and ran up to his room to get started.

            It was now lunchtime, and Mark and Paul had gone to get the lunch. It was time for Mark to put his plan into action. They walked past the toilets, and Mark just dragged Paul in.
            “Whoa, calm down!” Paul said, trying not to draw too much attention to himself. Mark looked in the toilets to see if anyone else was there. He was lucky; there wasn’t.
            Pulling Paul into one of the cubicles, he started kissing him. It was really rough, and he bit Paul’s lip.
            “Owww! Man, that hurt!”
            “Sorry.” He said as he went gentler, and allowed Pal to kiss him back. Paul slid his arm around Mark’s neck, and Mark pushed him against the cubicle, allowing it to get more intense. Just then, Paul’s mobile went off.
            “Shit!”
            “No, leave it.”
            “I can’t, it might be important.” He said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
            “Hello?”
            “Hey Paul. It’s Ben. I really need to talk to you.”
            “Yeah, okay, wait a sec.”
            “Okay.”
            Paul got out of the cubical.
            “So what can I do for you Ben?”
            “Don’t go near Mark. For God’s sake, I tried to talk to him about it, and he started acting all funny. He’s going to mess your head up.”
            “Why would I?”
            “’Coz of what you said.”
            Mark snatched the phone off of Paul.
            “Don’t interfere Ben, you might not like the consequences.” He hissed down

the phone. Paul looked at him, shocked.