Broken Crayons Still Color [Rated SPG]

Chapter 6

Diary entry 6: Jackson

He's not okay.. what am I saying, when is he ever okay?

But for our instructor to treat him like that... it's disgusting.

- Jackson

After Mark made sure he didn't look suspicious, he turned the door knob of the bathroom and stepped out. The light in the hallway was off. That's odd... it was on when I came in...

Out of the darkness, Jackson appeared in front of Mark, causing him to jump back in shock.

"Did I scare you? I'm sorry," Jackson hugged Mark before running to the kitchen and grabbing a bowl.

"No- I mean yes, you did, but its okay," Mark chuckled. "What's that?"

"Popcorn," Jackson offered Mark the bowl. "Want some?"

Mark went to grab some, but stopped himself. Calories, calories- no, its Jackson, just do it, you can work it off tomorrow. Mark smiled to himself and took a small handful, which made Jackson light up.

"Great, let's sit down, I have blankets if you're cold," Jackson eyed Mark's jumper suspiciously, Mark instinctively pulling the sleeves down further onto his wrist. Jackson sighed internally, passing Mark a blanket.

"Thank you."

"Anytime. Now, we're watching Big Hero 6."

Mark lit up. "I haven't seen it yet! This'll be exciting!"

Jackson laughed and sat down, leaning his head onto Mark's shoulder. Mark subconsciously smiled.

Thirty minutes later, the pair had eaten all of the popcorn, despite the desperate cries in Mark's head of fat, fat, fat! Calories, calories, calories! Do not eat! Mark pushed them aside, painstakingly; all because he knew Jackson was there, half-asleep, but still there. Mark moved the fringe around Jackson's face away, to allow him a better view. So handsome.

The entire time, Mark had only been paying attention to Jackson. He found it adorable that Jackson would light up at the happy scenes and end up crying in the sad ones. After the movie had ended, Jackson had fallen asleep on Mark's shoulder, mouth slightly agape. Mark chuckled. He's so attractive...

Mark noticed himself blushing. He leaned forward to move Jackson's fringe out of his face again, and neaten his messy hair. He moved slightly closer than required; close enough to feel Jackson's small, silent breaths hover over his lips.

Mark was growing hotter,

He couldn't keep himself wondering if he liked Jackson as a friend or something more anymore. He bit his lip, before leaning forward and placing them hastily on Jackson's lips. He let go instantly, but felt himself yearn for more.

Soon enough, Mark had his hands on Jackson's cheek and his lips deeply merged with Jackson's, biting Jackson's lips softly and satisfying his hunger for the younger male. As he let go to take a breath, he realised he could be waking Jackson up, and decided to let go of him. I can't sleep here tonight. I can't control myself with food, so how the fuck am I going to control myself with Jackson?

After dragging himself back to their room, Mark flopped himself onto his mattress and fell asleep instantly.

Was that a dream? Mark didn't really kiss me right? Of course not. Jackson woke up, confused.

He had what seemed to be a dream in which Mark was kissing him. Its absurd. I'm straight anyway...

Homosexual.

Gay.

The words were repeating themselves over and over again in Jackson's mind, as though making sure he didn't forget that gay was a thing.