Jack hadn't exactly remembered how much he had had to drink, but seeing as he felt like utter shit with a massive headache, it told him: probably a lot.

Moaning and groaning, he slowly began to sit up, pulling the covers off of himself and dangling his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet touching the floor.

Sighing, he put his hands to his face as he tried to wake up properly.

"I see you're up." A voice said in the doorway. Jack jumped in surprise, looking up to see Mark, fully dressed in his red lucky flannel and a pair of jeans. His hair was also slightly damp too, meaning he most likely had a shower.

"Oh, hey..." Jack yawned.

"You feeling any better?"

"Well, I have an excruciating headache, so you tell me." Jack smiled a bittersweet smile, covering his eyes with his hand. It was then, that he froze for a moment, noticing something.

He was literally sitting there, on the edge of the bed in nothing but his boxer shorts. His eyes widened, trailing over to Mark again.

"Woah, woah, woah... Hold on. Did we...? I mean, we didn't...?" Jack trailed off. Mark stared back at him, confused, as he was drying his hair with a towel. Suddenly, he caught on and a small laugh escaped his mouth.

"Oh! No! No, no. Not at all." Mark chuckled. "After all, seeing throw up doesn't really put me in the mood, you know?"

"Ugh... You saw me throw up? Fan-fucking-tastic..." Jack complained, feeling embarrassed.

"Well, you did have quite a few drinks last night." Mark pointed out before frowning. "Which is weird for you. I thought you didn't really enjoy getting hammered."

"I don't, but..." Again, the Irishman trailed off. Maybe it was just to get over the shock of seeing Amy again. Mark rose a brow, waiting for his full answer.

"But...?" Mark repeated. Jack simply shook his head, dismissing what he was thinking.

"Nothin'..." Jack mumbled. Mark eyed him, not seeming one hundred percent satisfied with his answer.

"Jack...?" Mark pressed, wanting the truth out of him. He sighed when Jack wouldn't answer and he slowly walked over, sitting beside him and putting his arm across Jack's shoulders, allowing him to lay his head on one of his.

"Jack, you can say why. I'm not gonna get angry or pissed or anything." Mark murmured in a calm, relaxing voice. Jack exhaled.

"I don't know... I guess I just felt... Weird."

"Weird?"

"Yeah. Jealous." Jack muttered.

"Jealous of what? Who?" Mark thought for a moment. "Of Amy?"

"Yeah... It's just... It was so strange and awkward, running into her while we were on a date... And then for you to just casually invite her to your birthday without even tellin' me..."

"Oh..."

"But I guess it was your birthday... You should decide who you want to be there..."

"No, Jack. You should have said. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or sad... I want you to be happy... And it's not like Amy is just suddenly my best friend again or something, I just wanted to try and be civil... Like you and Signe."

"Right..." Jack nodded.

"...Jack, if it makes you feel that bad, I can just not talk to her anymore..."

Jack shook his head, disagreeing with the idea.

"No, I wouldn't like that. Because that would just make me the douche who stopped you seeing someone because of my own shitty personal feelings. After all, I don't hate Amy. I don't dislike her. But with her bein' your ex, it does just feel a little weird... But I will get used to it."

"You sure?" Mark asked.

"I'm sure." Jack answered. "Because she has feelings too. And seein' as she most likely knows about us since we kissed at the party last night, she probably feels a little weird too and it would be fucking insensitive to do that so... Yeah, I'm sure. I'm sorry for bein' such a jealous idiot last night."

Mark smiled.

"It's fine, Jack. Besides, you're my jealous idiot." Mark joked, kissing Jack on the side of the head, before going quiet and bumping his head to Jack's.

It was silent for about a minute, maybe even two. The two just sat, leaning against each other, listening to each other's calm breathing.

"I hate that I have to leave again in a few days... It's such bullshit."

"I know... It always breaks my heart seeing you go. But you have to go back home, to your channel." Mark said, kissing Jack on the cheek. Jack nodded.

"Yeah... I know that... When is the next YouTube event that we can go to? I want to be able to see you again as soon as possible."

"Uhm..." Mark frowned. "I don't think there is any. At least not for a good couple of months."

Jack sighed.

"Fuck..." Jack slouched, feeling saddened by that fact.

"Hey, come on..." Mark muttered, reassuringly rubbing his shoulder. "Cheer up, will you? We can talk on Skype, as much as possible. I promise, alright?"

"I guess..." Jack said, sitting up properly. He then rose an eyebrow at Mark's hand on his shoulder, before staring back at Mark in the face.

"I just remembered I'm practically half naked." Jack pointed out, remembering just sitting in his boxers. "I'm going to go have a shower and get changed."

Mark chuckled and nodded, taking his hand away from Jack's shoulder. Jack managed a small smile before going to grab his clothes and leaving the room to go shower.

Mark dazed off for a moment, thinking about what he and Jack had just spoken about. Mark didn't really understand why Amy just sort of, well, came back. She even remembered his birthday, giving him a gift.

He wanted to be civil with her. He would like for them to at least be friends again, no doubt about it. But she practically cut him out of her life, because she was too worried about the hate, so... What changed?

I guess just being a friend, wouldn't really cause as much trouble for her. It's just being Mark's girlfriend then is the thing that seemed to cause her a lot of issues.

Coming back to earth, Mark picked himself up off of the bed and decided to head downstairs for the normal day ahead.