Mark ends up giving in and decides to take the cigarette.

    "So Mark how did you end up living in this town? I want to know every painstakingly awful detail," Jack blows out a long stream of grey smoke.

    "I sort of just ran and here I am," Mark answers, enjoying the feeling of his long forgotten friend cigarettes.

    "Yeah thats how everyone is in this town. No one actually wants to be here but we all just sort of are. Living together in one big con jumbled mess of drugs, alcohol and teen pregnancy," Mark laughs loudly and blows a smoke ring. Causing Jack to laugh especially loud as he stick his tongue through it. Soon both are doubled over with laughter that soon dies down.

    "Speaking of teen pregnancy how many children do you have in this town?" Mark ask jokingly. However Jack goes ridged, his fist clenching and unclenching.

    "Excuse me?" He asks narrowing his eyes. Mark, taken back, immediately stops joking.

    "Sorry man I just figured the way you acted with the bubblegum blonde I figured you do that shit a lot,"

    "I'll have you know I don't have any children in this town. I'm not some low life who would drop a girl immediately if I messed up,"

    "Hey Jack I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to be a dick," Mark says trying to smooth the tension.

    "Huh if anything I bet you dropped everything and ran because some girl back homes carrying your baby," Jack says.

    "What?"

    "Come on Mark we all know that you're a total fuckboy," Jack says turning to face Mark.

    "Thats rich coming from you,"

    "Yeah I'll agree with that but I like going with more of a player standpoint than anything else," Mark laughs and leans back as he begins to relax.

    "I bet thats the first and last time I'll ever hear a man admit he's a player," Mark says causing Jack to grin.

    "I like to be honest," Jack says and for a bit they sit in complete silence. Each one dragging out their cigarettes and enjoying the quite.

    "So," Mark says finally breaking the silence, "Tell me about yourself," Jack laughs.

    "I feel like this is a date,"

    "Just answer me,"

    "Okay I guess I like music but you knew that. I've no family and I've got my green hair,"

    "You are most likely the most bland person I've ever meant,"

    "Yeah okay well let me see... You ran away from home because you were looking for something. You chose here because it's a no questions asked town and cheap. You have a nice family at home who hasn't once called, texted or asked about you since you ran... hmm about three months ago," Jack finishes obviously hitting all the right marks.

    "How did..."

    "Pretty boy you've had this kicked puppy look since I saw you and the three months was just a guess," Mark shifts away uncomfortably and takes a long drag from his cigarette. Silence echoes through a once lovely conversation.

"I'm sorry...," Jack begins, Mark looks over curious, "you know about your family and everything. I don't have a lot in that department but... you know I'm just sorry, must suck," Jack looks down, his green hair falling in front of his eyes. Mark chuckles.

"It hurt in the beginning. I mean not even my immediate family contacted me but I've been alone for a few months so it's not that upsetting anymore. I just know that I don't mean shit to anyone,"

"Well I'll have you know pretty boy you mean some shit to me," Jack says putting his cigarette on the grass and stomping it out. Taking a deep breath he leans against the school wall. Mark narrows his eyes and looks at him lifting his eyebrow.

"You meant me a few hours ago,"

"Well," Jack begins, "you got no one to give shits about you so now you've got me. Is that not alright?" Jack swiftly turns his head to face Mark. Marks face alights in a flaming red.

"Uh- uh... yeah okay," Mark looks down and puts out his cigarette. Jack looks to him and raises his eyebrows.

"Let's get out of here?" He asks as more of a question.

"That sounds like an invitation," Mark says bouncing his eyebrows suggestively.

"You wish pretty boy," Jack pulls himself up and brushes off the grass on his skin tight black pants. "We skipping or what?" Jack holds out his hand, groaning Mark takes it and allows Jack to pull him up.