mark and i walk down the same sidewalk we do every day. and everyday, i would walk mark to his apartment and then walk back to my house. i would later sneak out and go to mark's place. that was are daily routine. but maybe except today.

"hey mark?" i say, staring down at my feet.

"yeah?"

"we're going to my house today." a grin slides across my face as i see mark stop in his track from the corner of my eyes. i walk a few more steps before stopping and turning around to face him. i pick my head up and all i see is a blur running towards me and then i feel myself almost being knocked down as arms are wrapped my neck. i feel mark's warm breath in the crook my neck and i can't help myself but grin and wrap my arms around his torso.

he pulls away a few seconds later sadly, but his eyes are wide and staring into mine. "are you serious?! i finally get the chance to see the jack's house? somebody pinch me, this must be a dream!" mark yells out and i can't help but laugh and fond over him. he has such a high spirit, one i once had.

"you aren't dreaming, so lets go!" i say gripping his forearm and skipping down the street. the only reason i'm bringing mark over is because supposedly my mother is not going to be home until later tonight. i thought this would be the perfect opportunity to let mark come over, since he his so desperate.

we reach my house and i unlock the door with the spare key hidden on top of the door. i hold the door open for him and close it behind us once inside. i watch his eyes wonder around his surroundings with a little smile visible. "very cosy looking." he comments walking further into the living room.

if only he knew.

i guide him down the hall to my room and open the door. his eyes widen at the many posters and pictures on my walls. he walks, in gazing at the wall in wonder. he points to a picture that sits on a shelf above my bed. "who's that in the picture?" i step next to mark and look at the picture he is pointing too.

i move to the side of my bed and carefully stand on top of it. i pick up the frame and pull it down to my chest, looking down at it. the frame holds a picture of my mother, my dad, and me, all looking so happy. i smile as the memory comes flooding back to when it was taken. we were together as a family, a loving family. it was my 12th birthday and that day is always so special to me.

i look up from the picture and turn towards mark. he looks at me confused and i jump down from my bed and i hold out the frame to show him. he looks at it and then back to me. "are those your parents?" i hesitantly nodded and turned it back towards me.

"were." i mumble under my breath, hoping mark didn't hear.

but of course he did. "were?" he asks surprised.

i slowly nod and take in a shaky breath. "my dad left me, us, and it was never the same." i let out a aggravated sigh. it makes me angry thinking about what he did. he just left me. all alone. "of course my mother was torn apart from it, but we gradually healed together." a small smile starts to form, but then i think to what it is now. what had happened to the mother i used to know.

i take in another shaky breath. "that was long ago, years ago. things have changed, we never bring up dad and things are just different now. i-i wouldn't say i'm happy honestly. there are days i want to crawl in a hole and die. many many many times mark. you have no idea." i keep staring down at the picture, hoping those days could just come back and be now. hoping my dad could stop the monster my mother has become. but he's gone.

"how are things different?" i hear mark say, oddly closer than before, but i don't look up. my eyes stay piercing at the frame.

"because, mark, i've never told anyone this, except one person in my lifetime," i try and choke back a sob, but i continue anyways. "and i don't want to loose you also." i whisper out and see the picture start to become blurry.

i drop the picture from my grip and it falls to the floor. i feel arms being wrapped around me as tears roll down my face. "shh, jack, you're not going to loose me, no matter what." i just nod my head and wrap my arms around mark's body. i lay my head on his shoulder and i can feel mark rubbing my back to calm me down. "you'll never loose me." i hear him whisper.

i pull back from his grip and look into his loving eyes. "mark, please... please don't tell anybody."

he reaches up and grabs both of my shoulders, looking into both of my eyes. "i promise i won't tell a soul."

i nod in agreement and take in a deep breath, feeling my hands start to shake. "mark, i-i'm gay." i close my eyes tightly as the words come out of my mouth. i was preparing for him to hit me or just walk out, but instead my head is lifted from mark's fingers under my chin.

"there's nothing wrong with being gay." he flashes a closed smile and i just look away from his gaze.

"there is." i mumble out and i feel both of his hands on the side of my face, forcing me to look into his sweet brown eyes.

"there is nothing wrong with being gay." he states sternly yet sweetly. it makes my heart melt that he possible accepts me, but i can't be too sure.

"you don't understand!" i yell out, but mark doesn't move a muscle. "everything's wrong with being gay! i hate it, now let go of me!" i yell again, struggling to get away from mark's grip. his grip only becomes stronger and i huff out in aggravation.

i close my eyes, wishing this would all just go away. "jack, listen to me." he says in a quiet tone.

"go away."

"open your eyes."

"go away go away"

"jack"

"you don't understand! leave me alone!"

"i'm not leaving you."

"you should, just like everyone else. didn't people tell you to stay away from the freak?"

it then fell silent. i believe i won the argument, so i open my eyes.

mark is still staring into my eyes. "there are those blue i missed." he says quietly.

"you don't understand." i say under my breath once more, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered in my stomach.

"but i do."

"you're mother doesn't fucking abuse mark. you don't understand. don't say you do. you don't have bullies who torture you and call you names. why did you have to sit by me on your first day here mark? why did i have to fucking fall for you?" the words slipped out if my mouth, one by one without thinking. i realized what i said and i start to panic. i start mumbling incoherent curse words and i try to look anywhere but mark, which is highly impossible.

a tear must have slipped from my eye, because mark ran his thumb over my cheek and looked back into my eyes. "you don't deserve the pain jack. i'm so sorry jack." he gives a small sad smile as his eyes glazed over my wrist, but then it turned into a bigger smile when it looked like he started thinking. "you-you fell for me?" he quietly says.

i force myself to look back into his loving eyes as i feel pink go to my cheeks. "you have no idea."

i feel mark's face inch forward to mine, his hot breath tickling my face. his grip still firm on the sides of my face, yet his hands were so soft. i feel mark's chest pressed against mine and my heart quickens. my face is hot and all over i feel a chill of electricity.

that's when mark leans down to kiss me, but a door slam being heard stops him.

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oops.

i'm thinking about a part 3 for this, who's up for it?

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