Jessie's POV
It was a late Saturday night. Pitch black outside except for the flickering street lights. I couldn't sleep because I could hear my neighbor in the apartment beside mine blubbering like an idiot about something, it stopped every now and then but only for a short amount of time.
At one point it sort of sounded like sobbing. I got on my jacket and slippers as fast as I could and walked seven steps over to Mark's door ( which felt like a hundred to me ). I only knocked once until he answered the door.
He looked like he was crying really hard, his face was almost as red as a tomato and the scar on his neck was bright red. It was very noticible because of the light blue V-neck he was wearing.
"Uh, Mark, I'm sorry for knocking at your door this late at night, but,
Is everything alright?"
I looked down at my feet a lot as I spoke, as soon as I finished talking a looked up for only about 5 milliseconds before he hugged me and held me in his arms. He was squeezing me so tight I couldn't say a word, but I enjoyed it.
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Neighbors
FanfictionWhen Jessie was 14 years old she met a boy named Mark in her hometown, Cincinnati, Ohio. They were the best of friends up until she was 16 years old and moved out to Ontario, Canada with her family. She completely forgot about Mark by her 18th birth...
