3rd Person
Mark wakes up and shifts in bed. He smiles, feeling a strong arm around his body. He's seventeen now and Jackson has never left his side. Ever since they were young they always stayed together and slept over each others home. Mark sniffs Jackson's blanket and blushes. He doesn't even know why he obsesses over his best friend this way.
Mark turns around to face the sleeping dancer. Jackson doesn't stir as he touches his face carefully. "Never leave me." He whispers, intending it for himself. "I never planned to." Jackson replies and pulls him closer. Jackson has an attraction for the red haired boy. Always have. The elder blushes and hides in Jackson's chest as he opens his eyes. Jackson laughs softly and plays with his hair. "You never change." Mark playfully rolls his eyes.
Mark has always been easily embarrassed, especially by his best friend. Jackson is harder to get embarrassed but still Mark can manage it. "Shut up." Mark mumbles and Jackson chuckles. "Nah." He pinches Marks hip and he squeals. He smacks his best friends chest and pouts. They never grow up.
But how can they when there is no reason to?
