•Chapter 6•

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It had been 3 months now since Mark and Yami broke up. No one ever really talks to Yami anymore except for Felix. He said he only talked to him every so often, but he never really hangs out with him because Yami was always "too busy" hanging out with the friends he has at his school. Yami just kind of disappeared, and everyone was fine with it. I guess we all were over trying to help him.

It seemed like Mark was pretty happy to be single again. Although, I could tell he wasn't completely over Yami yet. Selfish me wanted him to get over Yami so he could date me, at this point I had given up on all the boys in the school. I only had my eyes on Mark, he is back on the market after all.

Mark and I are still very close, but i've heard a lot of rumors floating around that Mark has been "fooling around," if you know what I mean. At dances boys would be grinding on him, he would just randomly make out with guys. It's strange. I've also heard he's been smoking weed to "ease the pain of heart break" as someone I know had told me. I didn't believe it because it's Mark, I don't think he would do that. He would have told me and I would have helped.

A lot was going on since we all had quite a lot of free time.

It was Ken's birthday and we all had a slumber party at his house! We all were waiting for Mark to arrive so we had a mini dance party while we waited. Felix and Marzia danced together. Felix was dancing like a maniac while Marzia was trying to act normal and trying to get Felix to chill out; Ken and Mary were cuddling on the couch; Cry was just chilling, bobbing his head to the music. I would just go with the flow, even though I can't dance for shit. I danced anyway! I thought I had some sweet moves at least.

We heard a knock on the door over the music and Ken's 2 dogs ran to bark at Mark who was in the doorway. He pets the dogs in attempt to calm them down, but for some reason they wouldn't stop. He sets down his bag next to the couch, and the all the dogs did for the whole night was sniff it. Weird.

"Mark you okay man? my dogs are going nuts! They don't usually act like this..." Mark got a bit shifty.

"Sorry. Probably because I saw a neighbor's dog following and played with them for a bit. They probably smell the other dog!" Ken narrowed his eyes a bit.

"....Okay! Let's continue to party!" For the rest of the night we danced to some music and talked about our horrible school experiences, we ate pizza like there was no tomorrow. The last thing we did was at mid-night: watch Dead Silence. Mark sat next to me on the couch, he had a good grip on my arm even though I was more scared than he was! We both held on to each other for the whole movie.

"Can you two just fuck already?" Felix said with an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. I sure hope he's joking. My whole face went read to the statement made.

"Felix really?" Cry said trying not to laugh.

Realizing we were cuddled next to each other, we pushed each other off and blushed nervously. It was still pretty recent that Mark broke up with Yami, and I don't think he's ready for a new relationship yet. I can just kinda tell. Mark laughs nervously and scratches the back of his neck, revealing his V line and his faint abs. I was as red as a tomato and everyone could tell I was flustered, they all giggled. I tried to catch my breath and act natural, which made everyone laugh more.

After the movie, Marzia and Mary had to go home, they went to have their own "girl sleepover." We all said good bye and went to sleep in the living room. Ken snored loudly, Cry was curled up in a ball, Felix was a shifty sleeper. Mark and I however, were still awake and staring at the ceiling. He sits up and turns towards me, I already knew what was bothering him.

"Jack, will the pain ever go away? It still hurts and it just want it to stop." A bold and unnerving statement was tossed out. For a second, I wasn't quite sure how to respond.

"I don't know Mark. You need to find ways to heal yourself, everything is up to you." It seemed blunt, but it's true. As much as i'd love to fix his feelings, I can't because i'm not him.

"I just wish it would go away already. I know it happened 4 months ago, but it's still haunting me."

"Seeing you like that, it replays every time I see you, and it hurts me. I don't want to see you like that."

"Jack, you'll always be there for me right?"

"I promised since 6th grade since you scooped me up. I'm not throwing that all away like Yami did with your heart."

"Thanks Jack." we sat there in silence for a few seconds.

"Hey Jack?"

"Yeah Mark?"

"C-can you sleep next to me tonight? I guess I need comfort." He says awkwardly and trying to justify his odd request.

"Of course Mark." I didn't question. I pick up my sleeping bag and place it down next to him and lay down. He wraps his arms around me. It felt warms and safe.  After that, we both fell asleep.

~the next morning~

The smell of bacon and eggs filled the room. Along with what smelt like... sharpie? I still feel Mark's arms wrapped around me. Weird, I kinda don't remember getting here.

"Morning dick head!" Felix said sitting in front of me eating his breakfast.

"Why'd you call me that? I haven't even done anything to you!" I say groggily in a hushed voice as not to wake Mark.

"You haven't done anything, but someone sure did do something to you!" What? The fuck? I look over at for some reason to Mark and see he has 'douche-bag' written on his forehead in sharpie. My eyes grow wide. I break free from Mark's arms and I stumble to the bathroom. Sure enough.

"THERE IS A FOOKING DICK ON MY FOREHEAD!" I yell from the bathroom. As soon as I yelled, I heard laughter fill the living room. I try to wash it off, but the ink wasn't budging. I went back into the living room with a faint dick drawn on my forehead. Mark wakes up and sits up looking at me eyes half open and heavy, he laughs at me.

"Yeah, laugh all you want Mark. At least i'm not a douche bag." Mark's smile quickly fades away. He stumbles but gets up and in the same fashion I did and runs to the bathroom realizing what i meant.

"I AM NOT A DOUCHE-BAG." He comes out of the bathroom after a few minutes with a very big frown. You can faintly see the word 'douche-bag' on his forehead, making us burst into laughter. Karma.

The dogs had managed to get into Mark's over night bag. They brought out a strange canister, and walk over to me with it encased in its gentle jaws. It was a mint box labeled ALTOIDS. 

"Oh hey, watch you got there little pupper?" Everyone was busy crying from  laughing. I kneeled down and grabbed the tin out of the dog's mouth.

"Oh hey! Mints!" Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mark's head whip around. Before he could stop me I had already opened the box. It wasn't mints. I look up at Mark, like I had been betrayed.

"M-Mark... what? W-why?" I closed it and threw the container at him. I grabbed all my things and stormed out of the house. I got a glimpse of everyone before they left, and they all were in shock. This explained everything. I left without a word and hurried on home.

I ran home and locked myself in my room. The calls wouldn't stop rolling in from Mark. I ignored them all. I didn't want to talk to a hypocrite.

Finally I got a text.

Mark: Dude what was that for?

Jack: You sure as HELL know why i'm pissed.

Mark: It's not mine! I promise!

Jack: How can i be so sure? Huh? Are you gonna end up just like YAMI? A boy who has nothing better to do than smoke his brains out??

Mark: Jack, please don't be angry

Jack: So that weed is yours. I thought you were better than this, Yami has changed you.

Mark: I admit, it is mine. It was the only way to feel like myself again or even better, to escape bitter reality for a bit. It's not so bad Jack.

Jack: Last I checked, it's illegal. Imagine how that would look on your record. It seems like you don't care anyway.

Mark: Jack, i'm sorry. Please.

I didn't bother to answer, I was too angry.

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