chapter three

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Sean's POV

I ran down the stairs, feeling rude for finishing me and marks conversation so abrubtly.
I wish you were able to be here to mark..
Still, I had a guest!!! Who could it be? I wondered as I ran down stairs.
I couldn't help be distracted on my journey by the smell of cake coming from the kitchen. Malteser cake... Well, I do say I love balls!
As I reached the bottom of the spiral stairs I gasped out loud.

Marks POV

"Jaaaaaaaaaaaccccckkkkkyyybbbbooooy!" I yelled tackling sean to the floor in a massive bear hug, still blushing from my conversation with Liz. Me and Shaun both laughed and rolled about on the floor until I was sat on top of him. I noticed he was wearing his PJs as I got of him.they were the same ones I had got him for Christmas. They had a strange eye on them wich Shaun had taken to calling septiceye. His parents looked out from the kitchen and smiled when they saw me.
"Sean, why don't you go get changed while we talk to mark." His mom said, raising an eyebrow at him.
He nodded and looked at me and Liz. " I bet I'm not the only reason your here..." He said in a suggestive tone, before dissapearing upstairs. That bastard... I muttered to myself, cheeks bright red. I went into the kitchen to receive hugs from his parents.
"Hey mark! We weren't aware of you coming today!" His dad exclaimed.
"Yeah, about that. Do you guys know the name of any good hotels around this area? I want to stay around town- until tomorrow at least." I asked taking a step towards the cereal and silently taking some crave out of its box.
"Well, if Jack is willing to share his room with you then you could stay here... If you wanted, of course." His mum said, smiling with her flour covered hands on her hips.
"I would love to ma'am but is it not to much trouble?" I said glancing wearily towards Liz who was smiling an adorably pure smile.
"Of course we'd love you to!" His dad cried hugging me again. He smeled vaguely of the 007 perfume I had bought for him for his birthday a couple of weeks ago. I smiled and asked him whether he liked the fragrance. He smiled and said yes and that, in fact, he had asked his wife to get it for him on saint Patrick's day. At that moment Sean ran down the stairs in a very Irish outfit. He had a flat-cap on and a red shirt with a browny green collered jacket. He was wearing some blue jeans and a pair of converse.

Sean's POV

I ran back downstairs in my outfit and overheard a couple of comments on mark staying at the house.
"Mark, were you gonna sleep?' I asked/yelled to him.
"Your room, apparently!" He said smiling and putting a hand into the crave cerial.
"Mark... You cereal killer!

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/\ Love you all...
and yes I was hungry when I wrote this.

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