Living with your best friend can be pretty damn awesome, and Mark definitely agreed. Although when your best friend is an Irishman who loves to go out to parties a lot and gets drunk 90% of the time, it can be a challenge. Mark can tell you that.

Tonight was no different, Mark sat lazily on the couch playing some video games while Jack was out partying with some friends, probably wasted. Mark wasn't really one for parties, and plus he couldn't even drink in the first place, so he could definitely live without parties.

It was around 11:30 PM, Mark had just paused his game and had started to stand up to get a glass of water when his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. "Oh boy." He muttered as he sat back down and opened up the text message, which of course was from Jack.

Jack: marrK.!

Mark: Oh god. Hello Jack?

Jack: mark iM wassstfed!! The rooom is spinnninfg ha hHA

Mark: Jack, how much did you have to drink...?

Jack: I'm a bird!

Mark: Jack do you need me to come pick you up?

Jack: U r silluy ha 

Jack: I can tark car of miself

Mark: ...

Mark: You don't even drive, Jack

Jack: Dont need drive! Only feet!

Mark: Jack no

Jack: Jack yes !!

Mark: You know you have to record tomorrow right?

Mark: That's gonna be one killer headache

Jack: Why u so concern??

Jack: Is my bod, not you!

Mark: You're gonna be nonstop whining and complaining about your hangover tomorrow morning and practically force me to take care of you like a sick baby all day, so I'd say I'm just as affected as you are, dude

Jack: wut

Jack: u make no sence

Mark: Where are you, anyway?

Jack: House!

Mark: Still at Felix's house?

Jack: Yee

Mark: I'm picking you up RIGHT NOW

Jack: Fiiineeeee

Jack: IM FRUNK

Mark rolled his eyes and slid his phone into his back pocket, quickly throwing on his red and black flannel and slipping into his shoes. He shivered as he stepped outside, it was almost the end of August and summer was coming to a close. "Guess this flannel wasn't the brightest choice." Mark chuckled before heading to Felix's place to pick up his intoxicated best friend.

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"Heyyy Markimooo!!" Jack slurred as he slammed himself into his sober friend's vehicle, smiling at him lopsidedly, his eyes looked tired and he smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. "Hey Jack." Mark laughed nervously. "You smell... interesting." He stated as he started driving. "Awww Mark... it's just the fun you're smelling!!" Jack laughed like a little kid. Mark sighed. "You didn't answer my question earlier. How much did you have to drink?" Mark asked slowly, raising his voice on every word making sure Jack understood him. "Only a shot!" Jack replied. Truthfully, Jack was weak when it came to alcohol. That much was true, he could get drunk from just a shot, but Mark knew from previous experiences that he DID NOT just have one shot. Mark shook his head disappointingly.

"Honestly, Jack. How much?" "Fiine... like seven shots." "Seven?!" Mark almost shouted, glancing over for a second and almost swerving off of the road. "Yeah! Nothing wrong with that!" Jack raised his arms to his sides to the best of his abilities, only to be interrupted by the vehicle doors. "Whatever." Mark mumbled and kept his focus on driving, ignoring the green haired man completely.

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Mark helped Jack out of the car and through the door to their house, Jack clung onto him like there was no tomorrow. "Mark.. I'm sleepy.." Jack complained as they reached the living room. "Let's get you to bed then." Mark replied in a soft and comforting voice as he lead Jack upstairs to his bedroom. Jack collapsed on his bed and immediately started closing his eyes. Mark laughed at his friend's silliness, even though he could be a pain in the ass sometimes, he still loved him. Mark repositioned the other so that he was in a comfortable position and pulled the covers over him. "Goodnight Sean." Mark almost whispered and turned to leave.

"Hey Mark?" Mark stopped dead in his tracks and turned around, his hand still on the doorknob. "Thank you." And with that, Jack fell into a peaceful sleep. "Anytime, friend." Mark smiled before he closed the door and headed to his own room, going to bed as well.

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Jack woke up the next morning with a killer headache, like Mark had predicted. He groaned as the natural sunlight hit his face. "Bloody hell, what happened last night?" He pondered aloud as he slowly pushed himself onto his back, his right arm over his forehead.

That's when he heard the door squeak open. He looked over to be greeted with a now smiling Mark. "Morning, Jack." He leaned against the doorframe. "Morning, Marky. What happened last night?" Jack asked. "You got REALLY wasted.. you texted me for about ten minutes before I finally came to get you, then when we got home you collapsed almost immediately. You were a real pain in the ass last night." Marks explained and chuckled at the end of his statement. "Oh Jesus.. sorry!" Jack apologized profusely. Mark waved his hand up and down. "Don't worry about it." "I have a killer headache though.. I feel super hungover." Jack whined. "Mark.. can we just.. watch Netflix all day? In bed?" The green haired man asked in a begging manner, flashing puppy dog eyes. "Of course." Mark laughed lightly. "But no chill though." He made a finger gun with his left hand, causing the other to giggle. "Just come here ya doof."

As much as Mark hated to admit it, he had a soft side for Jack's drunk side. In a way he enjoyed the silly antics of the Irishman while he was under the influence, but most importantly he enjoyed the calmness of the next day and how his best friend wanted to be as close to him as humanly possible to ease his hangover.

He loved Jack, and nothing could ever change that.

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1023 words, wow! Don't think I've wrote this much in one short story in a while, but hey. I felt motivated to write :P