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Mark knew it probably wasn't the brightest idea, but doing that would surely be some sort of a benefit for him. He never liked skipping class-he always felt uneasy about it-but he had to make an exception this time. He'd rather hide in the bathroom for the rest of the period, rather than bursting into tears in the middle of class.
Mark had no idea why he felt that way, but he settled with the answer that this feeling had something to do with his dog, who had passed away a few days ago. Going to school after the incident had perturbed him, fearing that he would have to bring up the loss of his dog if he happened to come across the topic whilst talking to someone. He wanted to avoid thinking or talking about his precious dog, but only until he was in a secluded place by himself.
He leaned against the wall of the bathroom, deciding whether or not he should lock himself in a stall and cry. Before he had the chance to do anything, another student walked in. They swiftly moved past Mark, most likely trying to avoid conversation. Mark, on the other hand, decided to start talking to the unfamiliar guy. He hoped that it would help ease his pain so he could get back to class in time.
"Uh, Hi." Mark said, already feeling the awkward tension build up. He waited patiently for the student to reply, but he didn't, so Mark continued to speak. "My name's Mark."
"I know. I literally sit right behind you in the class where you almost cried."
"Cried? No, you got it all wrong-"
"Afraid not, Mark. You looked like you were going to fall on the ground and start sobbing when you asked Mrs. George (aka one of the best teachers I've ever had) to be excused."
"Oh... Did anyone else notice?"
"I'm pretty sure everyone noticed."
"Well shit," Mark sighed, "What's your name?"
"Wow, I feel so damn special. Thanks for not noticing me, Mark. My name is Sean."
Mark felt guilty for not remembering his classmate's name, but he hoped that the name sounding very familiar to him after Sean had said it would count for something. Mark was undoubtedly not the best at remembering names, but saying that to Sean would most likely be looked at as a poor excuse for forgetting about him.
"Ah, shit, Sean. I'm really sorry-"
"Don't be," he laughed, but the smile on his face had faded, and he spoke in only a soft mutter. "Nobody remembers me."
"What's that?" Mark asked, oblivious to what Sean had whispered.
"Nothing, Mark. It's, uh, nothing."
"Well, okay-" Mark was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the bell. Mark hadn't spent much time in the bathroom, so he was quite surprised to hear the bell ring. "Shit!"
Sean ran out of the bathroom in a rush to grab his stuff, hurrying to make it to his next class in time. Mark-being the baby that he is-was only slightly offended that Sean left without saying goodbye. He entered the classroom to grab his stuff, receiving an angry glare from his teacher. Mark walked down the hall, his memory of talking to Sean slowly clearing out of his mind as he prepared for the rest of the day.
***
Mark went to the bathroom again at the same exact time the next day. He had no urge to cry, he wasn't just about to pee his pants, he just left class. He paced back and forth, wondering why the hell he was there. The answer to his question walked right through the door, and Mark's brown eyes met the blue eyes of infinite oceans belonging to Sean.
"Do you even need t' take a shit when you come here?" Sean joked.
"Um, no, Sean. That's not very lady-like." Their laughs echoed throughout the room, fading to an awkward silence that nobody bothered to fill.
"So...do you watch YouTube?" Though Mark gathered the much-needed courage to finally say something, he mentally slapped himself for his poor attempt at starting a conversation.
"Of fucking course! That one guy-Pewdiepie, I think his channel name is-is the best! It's so weird t' think that he's around our age, ya know?"
Mark chuckled, "Yeah, I wish I could be as cool as him. He has, like, the most subscribers ever, right?"
"Hell yeah he does! Smosh used to be in the lead, but I guess most people like Pewdiepie better."
This went on for days. Mark would continue to go to bathroom, shocked that his teacher still hasn't banned him from going, and Sean would follow him. They would have simple, but enjoyable, conversations about anything that popped into their minds. Needless to say, meeting Sean in the bathroom during school was the only thing Mark looked forward to in the day.
After a week of doing this, Sean finally asked for Mark's number.
"Hey, Mark? Ya have a phone, right?"
"I'm not ten, Sean. Why wouldn't I have a phone?"
They both chuckled, "Yeah, right. Can I, uh-Can I have your number? I mean, we've been talking for a while, and I'd really like to talk outside of school."
Mark smiled, glad to hear that Sean asked this. Mark considered their friendship to be a little strange, especially because they only talked for ten minutes every day in the bathroom. It felt normal to finally have the chance to talk to Sean while he was at home.
***
Mark's eyes lit up as he received a text from the one-and-only, Sean. It was after school and Mark was ready to collapse on the couch and fall asleep, but talking to Sean would surely keep him awake for a few more hours.
Sean: its about fuckin time we texted
Mark: ha, I couldn't agree more
Sean: so
Sean: um
Sean: do you like cake
Mark: your the smalltalk master. congrats :D
Sean: you're*
Mark: SHUT UP
Sean: well, I feel so honored to be given this title. Can I rule the world now? PLEASE?!?!
Mark quietly laughed to himself, wondering if Sean was doing the same.
Mark: yeah sure, whatever you wang
Smalltalk Master: Wang?
Mark: Wang.
Smalltalk Master: Maybe wang will be our always.
Mark: Wang?
Smalltalk Master: Wang.
Mark: wangwangwang
Smalltalk Master: OMG IT'S THE TRIPLE WANG
Instead of texting back, Mark decided to call Sean, desiring to hear Sean's voice. Sean picked up right away, shouting right away.
"WANG!" he yelled, Mark wincing at Sean's loud voice. He turned down the volume on his phone a tad bit, just to be safe.
"Yes, Sean. Wang."
"Goddammit," Sean laughed, "we're such fucking idiots."
"That's why we love each other!"
Mark laughed once again, thinking about how most of their conversations consisted of them laughing together. As much laughing as they do, it was only good to know that they made each other happy. They both needed this, and it was great-maybe even more than great-that they had one another to hold onto.
That's the end of part one! I've decided to continue this on for a few more chapters, just cause I have the power to do so ;D I hope you guys enjoy this, and sorry if things got a little sloppy towards the end, but I'm just really tired.