an: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT^^^
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Tuesday - 3 days til Friday
Mark spun around in his chair a bunch of times, leaning his head against the back, trying to think of what to record today.
Every time he went onto his computer, all his eyes would do is wander past the skype screen, and beg Mark's brain to ask Jack for his user.
But Mark couldn't afford to talk to Jack right now, he needed to record videos since that's what he did to earn money.
But he couldn't stay focused, and it was once again, because of Jack.
He heard his phone buzz, but didn't look at the text, knowing he would get more distracted than he already was.
an: I said Mark lived in an apartment in chapter two but SIKE it was an april fools joke he lives in his house w/ matt and ryan
it's my story I can change it if I want
Mark got up and walked away from his computer, and made his way into his kitchen. He searched around for a pot, and some milk, and all the typical stuff you need for mac n cheese.
Maybe making mac n cheese wasn't the best way to distract Mark from his being distracted from his responsibilities, because the boy forgot he needed to wait for the water to boil.
He rolled his eyes and pretended to bang his head against the counter. He laid his head down, and fake cried, wishing his brain could be normal and he could be a straight man who didn't think about small Irish men with green hair and energetic personalities and nice as hell hipbones
He thought back to after Felix's party, and how so precious the boy looked. If Mark wanted to, he could've felt those hip bones against his own, and even all of Jacks little dips and curves. He could've had Jacks hips grind, or his arms pinned, or his mouth on his, he could've had Jack whimpering under him and-
He was getting carried away.
Mark checked the pot again, and saw the water had not changed a bit. He frowned.
He just leaned against the counter with a bored expression, until Ryan walked in, holding Mark's phone.
Ryan saw Mark's face, "Whoa hey, before you ask, your phone has been going off like crazy," he walked close and placed the phone in Mark's hand, "It seems as though your angel, is pretty keen on getting a hold of you."
Mark blushed, and whispered a small thank you, grabbing the phone and glancing at all the messages on his home screen.
From angel💞
mark
From angel💞
MARK
From angel💞
you're a piece of shit answer me right now
From angel💞
mark please :((
From angel 💞
whatever fuck u
Mark bit his lip, trying not to smile.
From angel💞
WHATEVER
From angel💞
do u wanna record a video together
From angel💞
you're making me nervous why aren't you responding
From angel💞
MARK IM GONNA PUNCH YOU
Mark scrolled down the messages, seeing as though they all said the same thing. He unlocked his phone and typed in a response.
To angel💞
I was making mac n cheese
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
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