Mark's POV
I feel like crap. I want to get drunk tonight.
"JAAAACK!" I yell.
"WHAT!" He yells back.
"LET'S GO TO A BAR" I scream. Jack comes downstairs.
"Let's go" He says.
Jack's POV
I tried to stay sober for Mark. Yeah I know, how does an Irishman stay kinda sober in a bar? I might've had a couple of shots... But Mark? Man he's really drunk. It's hilarious really. He keeps wobbling all over the place.
"Jaack, I wanna teell ya some'n" Mark says all slurred. I laugh.
"Sure what is it buddy?" I say
"You're the bestststsssss" Mark belches, " frieend I've eever had" he finishes.
"You're my best friend too." I chuckled. We arrive to his house. I help him inside and I sit him down on the couch.
"Jaaacccckkk" he whines.
"Yes Mark?"
"I donnt feeeel too good" he laughs. Then he throws up on the floor.
"I'll go get you a bucket." I say. I come back with a bucket and hand it to Mark. He had a little too much to drink. In a couple of minutes he stops puking and looks at me.
"I'm tired" he says. Then he lays his head on my lap and falls asleep. Hahaha. This doofus. I lift his head gently and place it on a pillow. I went and grabbed a blanket and placed it on him.
"Goodnight Mark"
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A Septiplier Story
Fanfiction**First story! When Mark develops feelings for Jack, He struggles to decide what to do next.
