Marks P.O.V.

Now you have a perfect view at Jack and the kitchen. You watch him getting two plates, not three. He is not eating with you. If you would be manlier then you are now you would've said that you are going to share with him and he has no choice than taking it but you have no balls to say that.

The Irishman is holding two bottles of beer, opening them you hear the loud sound the bottles makes. You had not drink alcohol for over 2 years now. You forgot how it tastes like; you believe it was bitter or some kind.

Jack makes sure your food is going to be warm and so he warms them up by putting them in the microwave. The two plates fit just on an inch.

He turns around only to look at you. His Tommy Hilfiger outfit suits his personality and you think Y/N did a good job dressing him on. You just wore what you wear every day, so special was it not for yourself.

Jacks blue eyes shine as he looks into your chocolate brown irises and he smiles. You smile back and play with your sleeves. You are waiting for Jack to sit back and laugh again.

Laughs his beautiful Irish laugh.

'Are ya feeling better, Mark?' your bestie asks you. his voice is raspy and dry but you do not think yours is going to be better.

You do not understand why he is asking you. His heart almost broke a quarter of an hour ago. Then you remember where you put him through today and you start to feel guilty.

Still you think what happened to Jack is MUCH more important than your dizziness. You first swallow before answering.

'Are YOU really asking ME?' you smile while saying it, you want it to sound concerned but not like a bodyguard concerned. You chuckle after your own joke.

'Maybe, I do not know. I guess it depends on who wants to know,' Jack jokes. He uses that tone the both of you use when irritating each other in a funny way. You chuckle and he chuckles back and even Matthias giggles a little.

Now I've got you McLaughlin

'The blacksmith!' you try to scream but you fail horribly. Your timbre is refusing to scream so it sounds even funnier then you wanted to.

Jack laughs at you and Matthias laughs too, at the end you laugh the hardest of them all.

'Where's the blacksmith?!' Jack screams in his high voice. That is one of your quotes and you have to admit: it sounds almost better when he says it.

Almost.

You laugh so hard you cannot breathe for a second; you stop caring about your health and just laugh your butt off.

Matthias jokes with you and responds before you can.

'On my couch, searching dirty films on Netflix!'

He raises his voice and you laugh harder then you possibly could. Jack gives you an "I knew it" look and chuckles while standing next to the microwave.

Your Irish potato walks back and takes over his spot again only to scream in disgust while seeing Fifty Shades of Grey on the screen.

'Hell no mate!' He laughs but you do want to look that film so badly. It would be fun, three man making dirty jokes on a dirty film. Sounds like something everyone wants to do right?

You decide just to watch a series you thought was cool too, not more cool then naked Jamie Dornan.

Shit! That was my female side coming up! Aaarg! You joke to yourself.

You watch the first episode and with the time passes you see how much Jack loves the series. You smile proudly to Matthias and he smiles back.

'Nailed it,' he whispers to you and you chuckle softly not wanting to distract Jack.

After the second episode something in your brain yells that the food is ready and you say your conclusion out loud. It is gained enough warmth to not be frozen anymore.

Jack is standing up to get it for you but now you grab his hand and he cannot walk away. He turns toward you, staring into your eyes. With his mouth he just mimes: I got this.

You let him go and growl softly, why are all the Irish people so stubborn? Well, it is a good thing to have.

When he opens the microwave steam embraces him and he coughs. You and Matthias laugh hard -again- and even Jack smiles a little before rubbing his irritated eyes.

'Payback!' you scream while laughing. Your voice actually approves you to scream and so you roasted Jack. Congratulations.

Jack is taking it not as hard as you expected him to do and he just chuckles a little bit before screaming: 'No! Not again!'

You chuckle at his stupidity and you get red for a certain reason we might never know.

Jack walks back with the two plates and hands them over to each of you. You first smile and say your thanks but then realise he did not grab a plate himself.

'We could share, if you want?' you smile at Jack but he refuses.

'It's no problem we could just...' you try to push him so he eats because he skipped eating almost a day. This happens a lot normally, forgetting to eat and then just eat double so much.

You guess he is used to it.

'No, you need that food more than I do,' he smiles and lies his head down on your shoulder. Eh is always thinking about others, but he has to think of himself one day. You hear his stomach asking for food still every time you say you do not mind sharing he refuses.

You start the series again and Jack looks like hypnotised to the screen.

You eat your own food, with a glass of water, through the episodes and smile when you have enough. That took you almost two episodes! One plate of lasagne! Well, I have to admit it was pretty much.

After five episodes of your new drug you see how Jack is losing energy and he cannot hold open his eyes anymore. You realise it is midnight and your manly-movie-midnight-moment succeeded. Exhausted he falls to the first thing in his reach: you.

His tiny head lies against your shoulder and you smile while streaking his green hair. This is not the first time he fall asleep on you. His breath turns stable and you say your goodbyes before he flies off to Neverland.

'Sleep well,' you whisper to your friend, you get no respond. You wait a few more minutes before being certain he is not half asleep. Picking him up bridle style like he did today makes you smile.

Your feet walk toward the guest room and you lie him down on the black sheets. He can use the extra bed for visitors. You do not undress him and let him bee.

His hair is more than just neon green on the black sheets, his skin more than less colorful and his steady breath even comforts you.

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long chapter but it was so cute to write Jack sleeping, sorry that was the creepy fangirl within me:)

thank you so much for reading and i love you guys so much!

love you really really really really much cornflakes!

Stay BOSS!!!