Partner's In Crime

Memories

"It's getting dark."

"I've noticed. You got a place?" Jack asked as he admired his stared at his hand with the ring with a sly grin.

"Well yeah. It's not fancy so don't complain."

"You wanna stay with me"? Mark stopped Jack.

"Sure."

"Alright." Mark shrugged and continued walking.

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"This place is actually nicer than I thought it'd be. I expected a shitty hole."

"It's my mom's." Mark pulled out a chair and rested his elbows on his knees running his hands through his hair.

"So what now?" Jack pulled up a chair next to Mark and leaned on the table with a cutesy face.

"Could you get any closer?"

"Ugh. Downer." Jack grunted.

Mark didn't really mind how close in contact Jack got but he wouldn't show it.

Jack took noticed of how dull it was getting. Mark just sat there not paying attention to reality. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a open door with a unmade bed and a chair.

"You look comfortable here imma sleep in your bed!" Jack did a high pitched laugh and ran for it.

"Hey! Get your ass back here!" Mark jumped up and followed Jack.

Jack sat in a sexy pose. "Hey." Jack stuck his tongue out.

"Ugh must you be so annoying?" Mark pulled Jack up by the back of his collar.

"I was kidding. Jesus your a pain too you know." Jack mumbled.

"Did I say you could sleep here?"

"I didn't hear a no." Jack shrugged.

Mark paused and thought. He sighed and finally spoke again. "You can sleep in my mum's room." Mark dragged Jack towards her room.

"Does she live here still or...?" Jack looked around.

The bed was made, the sheets and foral wallpaper were faded. There was a window with drapes, and a nightstand.

"She um... She." Mark sighed.

"She died few years back. Illness." Mark tilted his head down. His throat tighten to the point he could barely swallow and he played with his fingers.

"Oh...." Jack had regret in his voice.

"Sorry for your-."

"It's fine." Mark interrupted with a irritated tone.

"Just sleep already." Mark closed the door.

Jack listened to Mark's footsteps fade. There was another closed door and then, silence.

Jack played with the latch on the window. It finally opened. He let the cool air relax him.

He looked down and around. He leaned out trying to see the streets. He leaned forward too much and nearly fell.

He felt his shirt pulled back and onto the floor.

"I came to give you pillows idiot". Mark threw the pillows at Jack's face.

"Hey!" Jack threw one at Mark.

"Go to bed." Mark groaned loudly and left.

Jack threw them on the bed. He stripped down to his undergarments and layed down. He stared at the ceiling not able to fall asleep.

Jack sat up and decided to look around. He opened the closet. It was empty. Disappointed, he made his was back to the bed. Until his foot tripped over a loose floorboard.

"Fuck." Jack mumbled. He lifted it and there were photo's and a wooden sword.

Jack thought it was some sort of time capsule when he found the stored item's.

There was two photos. The first one was two boy's. Both were smiling, their hair was messy and their clothes were dirty and untucked.

The second one was a man and a women. The women was beautiful. Her skin looked so smooth and her hair was neat. Her outfit didn't match such gorgeous features though. The man looked kind and held both the women's hands.

"Must be a toy." Jack examined the object.

"I'm a knight! I'm your knight!" Mark pranced around his brother.

"MARK." Thomas stamped his foot.

Mark looked as if he'd start welling up with tears.

"Can you stop?"

"What if a thief or masked murder comes?! If I leave, you'll die!"

"Let's head inside." Thomas sighed.