Just Friends

Chapter 4: Head

H E A D. More specifically, my head. What in the hell was I thinking? I shouldn't have drank last night. I'm still one big load of jet lag, I don't need to add some shitty hangover to it. I check my phone to find 3 messages from an unknown number.
Hey, it's Mark. You're probably asleep. That's cool.

Please, tell me everything you remember from last night.

Don't ask why.

Hey, man. It's Jack/Sean/John/IrishDudeInYourBuilding. I type. What do I even remember from last night? I remember pulling out the whiskey. I guess I needed something to distract me? For some reason, I was so damn nervous about talking to Mark. I get up and walk to my kitchen. Bowls. I remember making Mark some salad. I remember making u a killer salad. And the drinks. That's bout it. Y?

Kindly refer to my previous correspondences. Was that a good grammar?

Hella

Wow, I wonder what he could be so worried about? Eh. Whatever.

~~~~~time sloop~~~~~

It's been the most boring days of my fucking life. Like, it's just record, edit, reply, record, edit, reply. It gets tedious after a while. I get a text that literally saves me from going insane.

Hey, it's Markles. Anyways, me and the boys are going to a dinner. U coming? They all really seem to like u ^.^

I'll hella come. Can't wait. What time? Where?

After finishing up a recording, I get up and put on some damn pants for once in my life. Yeah, shocking. I open the door to get out and, seeing nobody in the hall, do a spy-roll out of my apartment. So cool. I manage to find directions without screwing it up, and find that I'm the last one to arrive. Mark introduces me to his gang. Of course, I know everybody here. I'm still a fanboy at heart, so being in the midst of Wade, Bob, Tyler, Mandy, and Dan is making it hard to seem casual. As everybody immediately jumps into conversation after I arrive, I make three deadly discoveries:
1. The number of people here are uneven.
This means that everybody has somebody to talk to, leaving one odd man out.
2. I'm the only person here who doesn't know at least 3 people on a personal level.
This, by fate, makes me the odd man out.
3. Mark is funny and cute. He also acts out a lot of his stories, but rarely talks. This means I stare at him instead of talking.

~~~~~you missed nothing~~~~~

We all split the check in the end, and go our separate ways. Since Mark and I live in the same place, we walk back together. I see him keep looking at me in my peripheral vision. Suddenly, he stops walking and turns to me.
"Jack, are you sure you don't remember anything from last night?" He asks. Even in the dim lighting in between the lamps, I see the concern painted on his face.
"Positive. I was hammered, dude. What did I do?" I ask. It's obviously been eating at him constantly.
"Uhh, this," he says, light pink blush creeping across his cheeks. He puts his hand on the small of my back, pulls me in close, and, oh god, he kisses me. I have no idea what to do with my hands. He pulls away, wordless, and hurriedly walks away to the apartment building, leaving me breathless.

Oh.

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List of things I'm sorry for:
All the time skips in this chapter
The absolute weak sauce beginning
This coming out so soon
Putting this on tumblr
List of things I'm not sorry for:

Aaa anyways, I love you guys, and will see you in the chapter. MWAH.