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Mark’s prologue.

‘Jack! Jack! Please don’t leave me! I can’t control how I feel. I’m sorry..’

I wake up, sweat dripping down my face. I turn over immediately thinking there’s someone to my side.

No one.. Reality reminds me of the special guest that just awaits me from behind the door. Rolling over again I look at the alarm clock on my bed-side table. 1:00pm.

“I slept in again!?” I yell to myself.

I quickly get dressed in a baby blue flannel shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. I put on a pair of bright green socks to impress Jack and leave my room, only running my fingers through my hair to act as a brush.

Making my way down the hallway I put my ear nearer to the guest room door where Jack is asleep. Trying to hear his soft breathing while he lay asleep sweet and soundly dreaming his Irish dreams. I smile slightly while thinking of his face and the moment we shared the last night.

I walk further on down the hallway to the kitchen where I can begin making breakfast for us both. Well lunch. I walk into the dining room first which is connected to the kitchen. The messy table left from last night now clean.

“At least the guys cleaned up for me this time.” I say to myself before I make my way to the kitchen.

I turn the corner and bump into a familiar figure dressed in a green shirt I hadn’t seen before. Jeans new to the eye as well, a denim blue and shoes that had rightly matched the outfit. My eyes reach to his face that stood just below me.

"God fock Mark! You spilt the coffee!” Jack screamed at me looking down at his shirt.

I follow his eyes and notice the two half empty mugs in his hands and his shirt wet with the other half of the missing coffee.

“S..sorry Jack. My bad.” I say feeling sheepish that I thought all that time that Jack was asleep soundly.

“Ah y’ doof don’t worry about it. I’ll throw it in the wash.”

“Where did you get that shirt anyway Jack? I’ve never seen it.” I say grabbing a wet cloth to wipe down the mistake I made.

“It’s new. You like?” He says posing in front of me as if a model from a magazine.

“When did you..?” I said ignoring his half attractive pose.

“I went with the lads to the shops this morning while ye was sleeping.” He said grabbing the cloth from my hands. “Just woke up then Marki?”

He says while wiping down his coffee stained shirt.

“Yeah. Sorry I didn’t join you guys Jack. I wouldn’t be much help anyway.”

“Well ye got yourself dressed perfectly fine this morning Mark. At least you have some style.” He says smiling and walking into the lounge with his half full cup of coffee.

“Wait was that a compliment?” I say exaggerating the shock on my face.

He doesn’t answer but turns his head slightly to give me a smile. I smile and grab the half full cup of coffee Jack had placed on the kitchen counter.

I grab it and join Jack on the couch. Still wearing the coffee stained shirt, he uses the wet cloth to some what clean it.

As he dabs and wipes the stain, his shirt begins to become see through showing his bare stomach. I look away slowly sipping my coffee but my eyes always go back to his beautiful body that I’ve seen for a third time now.

“Mark.”

I jump out the loop that is my eyes bouncing from my mug back to his body and answer him quickly.

“Yeah.”

“Last night..” He softly says. I can see the regret in his facial expressions after saying that.

“Y.. yeah Jack.” I stutter not knowing for sure what he’s going to say next.

“I had a great time.”

“Oh. I did too.” Surprised by his answer I begin to feel more relaxed and make eye contact with him.

He was already looking at me; a smile on his face that spread from cheek to cheek.

“Although..” he continues, “If the guys didn’t come home..”

“Jack..”
I say to try prevent the topic that’s about to come up. However he completely ignores me and persistently continues his sentence.

“Would you have kissed me? Because to me that’s what you were trying to do.” He says this looking up directly at me.

My mind fighting a war with itself on whether to be honest with the Irish man before me. ‘I love him. No stop you don’t. I do! He doesn’t love you!’ I realise how long I had waited to answer and reply quickly.

“I was dosed with pain killers Jack. I wasn’t myself. I didn’t know what I was doing..”
Before I could continue I notice his eyes almost tearing up. I try to say something to prevent his tears but he had evidently interrupt me.

“Oh. Oh that’s good. I was just asking that’s all. I was just worried that Septiplier has gone to your head.” He says half laughing.

The room goes quiet.

“Jack..” I say trying to explain myself.

“No Mark it’s fine. I was just asking. Now drop it.” Saying this with a tone of anger and sadness in his warm voice, he takes a sip of the remainder of the coffee.

He looks up at me from the couch staring solemnly in hope for some words to justify my answer.

Nothing but a sigh came from my mouth and Jack’s head returned to his mug, sitting on his lap.

“How’d you sleep Jackaboy?” I say randomly trying to break the uneasy silence in the room.

“Good..”

He never returned the question but stands up to properly wash his new shirt in the washing machine. I follow him after getting a maroon shirt of mine.
He turns around as I hand it to him.

“Now don’t go staining this shirt in my blood Jack. Or any blood for that matter.”

“Oh Christ Mark how are we meant to commit the mass killings today without getting a little messy.” He says trying to be funny.

I smile never the less and allow him to put on the shirt. I leave the room for a moment and see Jack following now wearing the shirt I had given him.

“Cute.” I say without thinking. “You’ll pull all the girls tonight Jackaboy.”

“Tonight?”

“Oh I was thinking we go out to this pre- Vidcon party. Please tell me your up for it. I’ve paid for the tickets and everything.”

He doesn’t answer and just stares at me in disbelief.

“Uh.. or we could always just stay here together and do some random bullshit alone like loners.” I say taunting him.

“What no. Lets go! I just can’t believe you went out of your way to get me tickets.” He says with a smile on his face.

“Well technically I got them for free but I can pretend that I bought them if it makes you happy.” I say and wait for a response.

Without one Jack comes up and hugs me, his arms wrapping around my entire body and chest pressing against mine. His head over my right shoulder, embracing me and my every movement.

I return the hug wrapping my arms around him being lower and near his small waist. The hug lasted for about three seconds but felt to short to let go of the moment so soon.

I awkwardly laugh my deep laugh as the moment sinks in further. The vibrations of my chest sends Jack laughing with me before I let go for the last time.

Pulling away, his eyes are all I see. A river of emotions acting as if an ocean of joy. Their so perfectly blue I could stare at them for hours on end just imagining the salty waters within his thoughts.

My hand raises to the top of his head as I gently pat him twice. He curses at me in a thick Irish accent and we proceed to have our normal conversations, most involving dick jokes.
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Hours go by and before I knew it was half an hour till we had to leave for the party. We dapper up, me combing my hair for the first time today and Jack throwing on slightly more casual jeans and sneakers.

We leave shortly hoping into the Uber I had called for. I sit in the back with Jack adjusting my hair in the window reflection.

I had not intended to impress anyone at the party imperticular but the green haired man to my left who had made me feel more open and happier about myself.

Because when nothing was cheering me up.. he was there for me. When everything went wrong.. he was there. And when I wanted to end in all.. he believed in me.