This was an extra chapter I wanted to publish right after the last one, I whipped it up in around forty minutes so I hope it isn't too bad. But I just wanted to warn everyone that there is swearing in this chapter so like the others, beware :)
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--= Jack's + POV =--

He struggled and continued to writhe around as I marched onward, dragging him behind me with pure ease as I strode along in the mild night, the humidity clinging onto me yet the mosquitoes steered clear. Mark grunted and tugged, trying to stumble his way back to the direction of the party and with every pull and tug that he yanked my arm back with I would flinch as a tablespoon of anger sprinkling over the rest of my emotions. 

"Jack, baby, come on I can take him. He tried taking you away from me! And I can't have that! You're the only one whose ever accepted me for me." His voice sounded so genuine it caused my eyes to widen. 

My heart catching into my throat, I shifted my head slightly to the left a little bit about to check over my shoulder but froze to realise he was continuing to mutter incoherently under his breath and I only caught one nasty sentence. 

"Just let me go back, and I'll make sure not to beat his ass too much." A scoff polished my tongue, and I let it roll. He was so drunk even if I were to lob him across the street I would still smell it. Hell, he takes a shower twenty times over and I'd still smell it. It clings to him like algae does in the summer time with a lake! 

My thought process wasn't at it's finest, perhaps maybe it was because of the fight, or the alcohol I had drank. It did not matter, my only mission was to get Mark home safely and into bed, with hopefully a shower that he would take once more, or at least something to ease his headache in the morning. 

Yes, that seems reasonable. One Advil before he falls asleep and two and a half glasses of water. Might as well get him hydrated so it doesn't swipe him off his feet entirely. Besides, if it does, I'll be there to catch him. My mind wound over the ideas of him waking up in the morning groaning as he clutched his head in pain, and where I expected to find satisfaction due to the behaviour of tonight, I found pity, and I found myself wanting the opposite.

 Dreaming instead of him waking up with a goofy grin and lopsided hair as he reached his arms out in an invitation for a hug. It seemed all to well, and so not like the moment reality was holding right now. I was carrying him by the belt, hoisting him up so much his knees weren't on the  ground. 

Yet, of course, he was swinging around continuously. It was only when I tossed him up non caring at that point onto my back that the wave of smell finally smacked me in the face. I stuttered a couple of steps but, once recollecting myself, I stood tall and continued forward. 

My mind set wandering to other places, happier places, one that didn't involve a drunk Mark or any Mark that smelled or acted like this for that matter, I found myself thinking about Cry, and wondering with worry if he was alright. I couldn't quite fully interpret the expression he had on when I gave him one last glance, but there was definitely disappointment in that monotone look of his.

 "JAaaaaack! Hic! I umm...I wanted to say thank you!" 

"For what?" I questioned. The thoughts previously in my head now long gone, finding interest in the drunk Mark who almost seemed amusing, he swung his head a small bit with childish bubbly laughter. 

"Being a psycho. It makes me appreciate the way I am."

 "....Excuse me?" 

"You heard me! I said I'm happy you're crazy and that nobody else loves you! Because then I can protect you! And Jacky, me and you? We can go places."

 "Shut up." Mark's forehead creased, and he backed up and stumbled away so we were less than a meter apart, he looked genuinely confused as he stared on at me. 

"Shut up? Why? I'm only saying what needs to be said, didn't you tell me you value people the way they are and their honesty? I'm pretty honest Jacky, if I do say so myself." Mark peeked up at me with curious, deep brown eyes wondering if I was going to cut in or instigate a fight with him, but when he realised I was trembling so much and trying to keep it all in he smirked. 

Apparently having me right where he wanted me. 

"If I were to lie and keep pretending I care so much and feel pity, where would I be? Probably with you in my bed. But, that already happened." Mark winked his right eye away at me, and I think that was what sent me into such a harsh pit that was laced with complete venom. Intoxicating.

 I lapped up every ounce of the cruelty I could find and when I turned to look back at Mark his expression when from drunk with confidence, to alert and fearful. A smile plastered itself on my face, a very fake one, and I think that was the thing that put him off balance. 

The one smile I have made so far with him that wasn't genuine. I took a step closer towards Mark, and he immediately hopped back a few feet, knowing and being smart enough even when drunk to stay away. 

"Mark. I don't care whether you live or you die I'm only saving your sorry ass because you were stinking up the party. I do love honesty, but you know what I love more? People like Cry. The ones who know what they want and don't hesitate as soon as they see it or go running. Crazy people fit with Cry. Crazies and drunks? They just don't match, and you've proven it too.

 So how about if you remember anything at all from this hellish night of you ignoring, beating up people and embarrassing me!....You take me back to the asylum. I've had enough, I don't want to be around you anymore. You've really disappointed me, Mark." 

Mark's face stayed mute, expressionless, and with a sigh, I pointed my chin up and walked past him, making sure to spin him in the right direction first and snatch his hand harshly to lead him back to the house. 

Along the way though, everything began to settle in and as my vision went from normal to purple, a ripple of tears flowed down my face silently as we sauntered home and into the house where we fell asleep in separate rooms. 

Or at least, I did.