Mark's P.O.V

I woke up, and then looked over at Aaron, a small smile on my face. The way he was snuggling up, like a young child. He was far too cute, Jess is really a lucky girl.

Sudden he made a strange noise and I jumped, watching his eyes fluttered open. His face was tomato red as he found himself looking into my eyes.

"D... Did I... I'm sorry." Aaron stuttered and I stroked his hair.

"It's my fault. I should of moved last night." No. I do not mean a single word of that. I'm very glad this happened. I love him so much, and now I really realize that. I guess sometimes you have to let love win, even if the other doesn't feel the same way. Satisfy your growing love with small gestures he would never see.

"What do we do now?" Aaron asked and I sighed.

"I'm starved. I wonder when we are getting food."

"Yeah. She usually feeds us." Aaron said, a frown on his face. "Do you think something happened to her?"

"I don't know. Maybe we'll be saved soon."

"Yeah. Because manly men need saving." Aaron joked and I laughed.

"At least I'm not a baby."

"Pancakes coming down! Sorry, I've been far too busy." The voice finally said and a box fell down. Aaron opened the box and his eyes seemed to be full of awe.

"There are like... Ten of them!" He exclaimed and I crawled over there zombie style.

"Food." I groaned and we both laughed. Aaron ripped the box apart, placing half of the pancakes on it and handing it over to me. We grinned at each over and then started eating like wild creatures.

"That was really good." Aaron said as he finished his last bite.