The MarkSon Rollercoaster

Chapter One (Part 1) : The Heated Confession

Marks Version.

"Hey Mark, you still awake?" Jackson's soft whisper filled the small dark bedroom. The glow of the moonlight through the curtain crept onto my blanket; I reluctantly opened my left eye and tilted my head to the side towards the bed where Jackson is laying. I could just make out the outline of his face in the hazy darkness of the room. He's staring silently up at the ceiling, as if he's lost in deep ponder. "What is it Jackson?" I lazily moaned, it was 12:47 am in the morning and we just finished pulling an all-nighter in the recording studio for our new album, I was dead beat.

"I've always wanted to tell you this... but I was scared of how you would feel," Jackson whispered quietly. The glow of the moonlight through the curtain was now resting beside my face; I could see Jackson's face clearer now. His blonde bleached hair spilled across his pillow, I made a small frown. I always preferred his natural hair colour over his bleached hair. My eyes travelled down to his face, his brows are slightly furrowed and he's softly biting at the flesh on the right side of his bottom lip almost as if was agitated. I've noticed he's been acting pretty weird recently, not dramatically weird but small things like avoiding eye contact when I talk to him, or he gets jumpy whenever we make contact. I wonder what's bugging him. "What's the matter Jay?" I asked. Jackson turned to the side to face me, his brown eyes burning through the hazy darkness. I felt my cheeks flush as I look away in embarrassment, Oh God I hope he can't see me blushing, I thought. "Never mind," said Jackson.

What? I thought, what was he going to ask? I sat up in annoyance, "Tell me, I can't go to sleep now since you woke me up," I hissed. Jackson suddenly stands up, his feet padded across the wooden floor to my bed, and he sat on my bed with his face close to mine. Up close, his brown eyes still burns bright as ever. His musky scent still lingers on him, a mixture of fresh deodorant and a hint of apple scented conditioner. Curiosity blooms through me, thoughts race through my mind as my heart rate dramatically increases.

"You know it's your fault right?" He whispered accusingly, his chiselled jawline is now tense but his eyes are still burning into me. My mind suddenly went blank. What? What is saying? "Huh?" I said loudly. Jackson's face suddenly inched closer, doubling my heart rate. I snap back my head out of instinct but Jackson doesn't notice, his eyes are still on me. "It's your fault I'm like this," he whispered. His hands suddenly grab my arms that were hiding under my blanket, and before my mind could comprehend what the hell is happening, he presses his lips onto mine. I froze.

"It's your fault I'm in love with you, Mark," Jackson murmur gently and his soft lips continue to caress my lips.