From The Day We Met (septipler)

CHAPTER FOUR

Sean wakes up again to his alarm clock blaring at him, he sighs slightly not wanting to go to school. Sean shifts in bed trying to avoid the sun light. He wonders if Mark will be there, he starts hoping on it, then blushes realizing that they're 'not friends'.

Sean is worried of what will happen if he lets Mark in, will it break him, will it slowly destroy him, is it already slowly destroying him, he sighs flipping face first into his pillow. Why is he so confused about this? All his thoughts where interrupted by his Mo-Father calling him downstairs to eat.

Sean got out of bed excitedly the last time he saw his father was around a month ago, in Ireland! He whipped downstairs and ran into the kitchen bear hugging his father. His father returned the gesture.

"Dad," Sean smiled brightly.

Sean's father couldn't help but smile, he patted his sons messy green hair, "Jack." His mother watched seeing at the two of them, it was so great to see a bond so strong.

"Men," She smiled, "Your breakfast is getting cold."

They both sat down at the table, beginning to eat, "So, Jack, did you make any friends here?"

Sean shook his head 'no' and his mother scoffed loudly. "You have Mark!" She exclaimed.

Sean blushed, his happy expression softened, and looked at his food, "He- we're just partners."

Marks father observed this, his slight blush and sudden mood change. "Jack, tell me more about this 'Mark'"

Sean looked at his father, his fathers expression was light and soft as he looked at him. "Well we are science partners, and he, is very nice I gues' " As Sean finished the sentence he brought his face down to his food for another bite.

Sean's mother looked at her husband and smiled, "He goes on n' on about Mark, 'Mark did this,' 'Mark did that,' and as of the moment he has Jack's favorite green sweater." She smiled sickly sweet.

Sean's father chocked on a bit of food, he looked over at Sean, Sean has not let anyone touch that sweater ever since his best friend that got it for him, died, of cancer. "Jack, he means this much to you?" His father asks.

Sean rolls his eyes at his father and takes a deep breath in, "No, he does not, he is just a sil- school boy I have (like to ;)) to be partners with."

"Okay." Sean's father rolled his eyes back.

Sean smiled, then, after finishing his breakfast, he walked up to his bedroom to get ready for school. He would have put on his favorite green sweater but Mark still had it, he had forgotten to return it last night.  Sean smiled at the memory, looking down at his other clothes.  After a bit of deciding on what older sweater he should wear he picked his other, light green, one out to wear along with jeans, and some hightops.   He fixed his floppy green hair and brushed his teeth. 

He ran downstairs with his school stuff.  His mother smiled at her son, turning off the random show she was watching on TV, and walking to the door with him. They got into the car and his mother drove them out of the driveway and to the school.  Sean was still blown away by the beauty of everything in America.  He watched as they drove by the trees and how the sun would shine through them illuminating it, making it look like it came right out a movie, 'cliche', he thought.

As the ride progressed Sean got a little more worried he did not want to be there what so ever, he felt the millions of small butterflies dancing away in his stomachache as he got closer and closer to the school.   Once he got there he breathed in and out grabbing his stuff, before he got out he wished his mum a good day.  He walked to the dreaded school, slowly.