It's All Because of You, Sean.

Chapter 8

**(N/n)- Nickname!**

"(Y/n), why?"

"I couldn't take it anymore. The more I thought about you two, the more I got angry."

"We're not prizes, (Y/n)," Mark reminded me.

"I know, but that's not what I meant, Mark," I shot back and rolled my eyes.

"Then what does it mean?"

"I--"

"What? (Y/n), stop being a--"

"I HAVE FEELINGS FOR BOTH OF YOU GUYS, OKAY?"

They went wide-eyed. I felt water stream down my face.

"That's no reason to--"

"I know, but I like both of you equally, and that's what tears me apart."

"But why?" Jack looked concerned.

"Because, in the end I'm gonna have to choose one of you to live-out life with."

"You don't have to choose one of us, (N/n)," Mark said. "we just want you to be happy, even if it's with someone else or by yourself. Like I said, we're not prizes." I looked away, not wanting to talk about it any longer. But when I looked back at them, they had concern floating in their eyes and maybe a little bit of pity for me. Jack walked toward me and wrapped his arms around my body. he hugged me even if I didn't hug back; his grip got tighter, but it was still gentle. I clutched onto his red shirt and cried as much as I could.

2 Days Later

Ever since that night, Mark and Jack have not left my side once. They've been here, watching me in case "something were to happen to me" as Mark puts it.

"Morning, (Y/n)," Jack greeted.

"Morning, Sean," I yawned. Jack and I sat at the kitchen table while Mark made us all breakfast. He smiled warmly at me as he cooked the bacon. "How'd ya sleep, (N/n)?" He asked, trying to keep focus on the food. I looked at him with droopy eyes and yawned again. "Great," I said. Mark dropped what he was doing walked over to me, pretending to scan me with his fingers.

"I detect sarcasm," He said.

"Oh, no! You caught me, Officer!" I giggled with more sarcasm. He pouted and went back to cooking. "I take it you didn't sleep well last night," Jack spoke. I shook my head. "Nope, not at all."

"Why not?" His blue eyes filled with concern again.

"I'm not sure. It's been like that since you came guys came to stay with me," I replied. "it might be the dreams causing my lack of sleep."

"Dreams? Like bad or good?" Mark cut in, carrying three plates of breakfast over to us. I looked at him in amazement, but then it soon faded. "I don't know. Bad, I guess," I yawned, yet again. He set the plates down and seated himself in the chair closest to me, and began eating his food. "Okay, what happens in your dreams?" Jack asked with a mouthful.

"They're not even dreams, I don't think. My dreams appear as pitch black and nothing happens," I said, putting pancake in my mouth.

"Well that's normal, (N/n). Most dreams are like that," Mark said.

"Yeah, you could be right, Mark."