When I woke up, I was facing Jack with my hand out. He was cuddling against it, holding on for dear life. He was probably the cutest sleeper I've seen in a while. His eyes were, of course, closed, and his small mouth was parted slightly. I saw his chest move slowly, rhythmically. Up, down, up, down, so on and so forth. I heard the hustle and bustle of our friends up and about. I pretended to be asleep, loving the warmth of Jack against my cold hand. I heard somebody come over.
"Jesus fucking Christ," it whispered. I couldn't decipher who it was. I was leaning towards it being Wade. He walked away for a bit, but came back with somebody else. "Please get them up. I can't handle all this love stuff." Yep, that's Wade.
It was silent for a bit, and then I felt warm breath on the back of my neck. I braced myself for impact. They do this every time we camp, and I'm a heavy-ass sleeper.
Whoever was behind me took a deep breath, and then, "GET THE FUCK UP." I spazzed, rousing Jack, and gave a small yelp. It still scares me. I saw Jack sit up, balancing himself on one hand, still on mine slightly, rubbing his eye with another. I did the same, still tasting my own morning breath. I looked over at Jack. He looked over at me. He looked down. He smiled. I smiled. Wade rolled his eyes. We carried on as people.
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The rest of the week was really cool. We hiked, stargazed, and Wade, as usual, wasn't comfortable with me being with anyone. Ever. Like, at all. He always thought of himself as my secret third mother, as he was there when no mother was. He was still my friend, though. Kind of.
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Everything's Alright
FanficTRIGGER WARNINGS: Anorexia, Depression, Anxiety, Self Harm. If you're sensitive to these things, I advise you don't read this. This is a Septicplier fic (Markiplier & Jacksepticeye)
