Jacks P.O.V.

While standing on the sidewalk, across the street you came from you play nervously with your trouser, because you do not have sleeves.

Mark sits down before your feet and mumbles some words up to you. You do not understand them and ask again what he said.

'What did you say mate?' you want to know while sitting next to him, patting his back. He looks at you with his chocolate brown eyes and pale face.

'Where's Y/N?' he asks you. He probably forgot what happened. It reminds you of your grandmother, who -in her last days- got dementia and did not remember you or your family. Every time when you came to the hospital she lied in she would ask when Sean was coming. And she always asked it to you.

You wipe a tear from your eyes and hope that it all will go over. That maybe by the morning he will never remember what happened.

'She is probably in her hotel,' you whisper while your best friend leans his head on your shoulder. He cringes a little while he moves but sighs when he can escape from all the worries for a moment just by snuggling against you.

'Why?' he slowly questions, saying it more to the bubblegum on the street than to you. You want to know yourself and just make something up.

'She is...' you start the sentence but never end it. You cannot lie against your best friend. You hate lying so why would you do it yourself.

'...Sad because of the fan girls from this morning. She is just watching some Netflix, I hope,' you say the words I hope very silently so Mark did not catch them up.

'Where are we going?' your corny muffles his words against your shoulder. You pet his back and hug him softly.

'We are on our way to Matthias, Mark.'

You notice how much Mark is still shaking and sweating but you are sure he has no shock. Before he coughs once more you sneeze.

'Bless you,' he chuckles a little and then coughs.

'Dia linn,' you say. It is something Irish; you mostly say it when someone sneezes. You said that often so Mark knows what it means.

'Excuse me,' he answers. The typical answer you get when saying dia linn. You smile and go with your hand trough your hair. When you cannot play with your sleeves, that becomes the second nervously tick you try.

One of the yellow taxi cars stops in front of you and the driver asks if you need a lift. You first look, amazed by the bright yellow car and then step in the riding lemon.

You make sure Mark follows you and take your place on the backseat. You get the car belt on and do the same by Mark. Mark lies his head down on your shoulder again and looks forward, stares forward.

The chauffeur from the taxi cannot see who you are because of the plastic screen between backseat and driver. You cannot see him either but you notice his dark skin and black hair, his earrings and his wrinkles. He was over his sixty's. Definitely.

'Are you two together?' his raspy voice asked you. You ignore the question and give him the address.

'And go as fast as possible please,' you say before leaning back in the couch that does not sits very pleasant. The man looks at you through the open part and winks.

'Of course, but mister I think your boyfriend isn't healthy,' he smiles politely while nodding toward Mark. Marks face got paler than yours and his eyes are almost dull as those of a puppet.

You shake him a little and he almost screams in pain, holds it in and makes his face turn red from exhaustion. You hug him and the driver chuckles while starting the car.

You did not stop him while he thought that you and Mark are a couple. Maybe it felt too good for a moment, maybe you missed the energy to speak or you just hated to explain it every time again.

After a few minutes from crying, coughing and shivering the car stops and you wipe your wet face with your bare hands. You pay the man his money and a high tip.

The man thanks you and rides off again, getting his next passenger.

Mark starts painting again and you hold him close, eventually he tries to escape from your small but strong arms. He has not enough energy to do that and gives himself to you, not struggling or trying to escape.

'No way, you are not doing this to me mate,' you whisper while holding him tighter. You fire fictional bullets toward all the staring and gasping people and let go of Mark.

While you get in the big flat you message Matthias that you are almost there. You "drag" Mark inside and push the button for the elevator to show up.

The big iron room gets itself down and automatically opens the door, thankful that somebody invented the elevator you get both of you in. No one else is coming in and so you stand alone.

Alone with your best friend.

Not that you mind, you do not care about being alone with your bestie.

You press the number where Matthias lives and the elevator closes only to stop by the next floor. You cringe in irritation before patiently waiting for the person to walk in.

You know you are holding Mark and it looks like you are together but you hoped nobody would ask something. As the doors open and the two giggling girls step in you could see them staring.

One of the girls got the "courage" to ask what was on her mind and with a slight accent she asks: 'Are you two gay?'

You totally explode and shout to no one in special: 'I am not gay! Why does nobody get that?!'

Did I mention you can have an anger attack sometimes?

Your anger heats up to more than three hundred degrees and you boil from the inside. You want to scream and shout as hard as you can but you do not.

Would it help? No.

You remember that Mark bagged you not to scream anymore so you get silence. The white faces from the girls make a thing loose in you.

You made somebody afraid.

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somebody got angry here;) i got more milk today and here it is. hope ya like it.

loved writing this and typing it over:)

i got nothing to do in a few days so maybe their will be more updates but i promise nothing. i do not want to get ya disappointed.

i love the song from Jack, well done! i kinda know the whole lyrics but hey live is strange! let me;)

love you cornflakes and

Stay BOSS!!!

#cornflakes