Hold me tight. Love me so.

- Part 4 -

(Jack's POV)

"Mark!" I exclaimed. My voice seeming to crack slightly in its naturally, jolly tone.

Mark seemed slightly confused as I jerk forward, sitting up within mere seconds of the realization that my friend, who, was just dead literally minutes ago, stood before me bright-eyed and bushy-haired.

"What!" Mark replied, going along with my little burst of excitement.

A long pause drifted between us. Up until my pounding heart calmed and a sigh escaped my pinkish lips.

"N-nothing." I replied solemnly.

Mark tilted his head in question. However, he didn't think much more of my answer and reply.

"Alright. Well, if it's nothing, I got breakfast cooking downstairs," Mark said, pausing briefly to take a step back and clear his throat in a raspy cough.

"I guess come down once you're ready." Mark added, a light, friendly chuckle uttering from his throat. And after a few seconds of meeting my eyes, he seemed to walk slowly out of the room. Hunched slightly in thought. However, it was nothing to think so deeply of.

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(Third-Person)

Sean stopped for a moment to take a good look around the room in which he would be staying in for a while. - A small computer flashing in the corner of his room caught his attention.

Mark must have set it up for my whilst I was asleep.

Sean thought, arching a questioning brow at the thought.

Why would he do that? Surely, he knows I'll only be here for about a week...

Sean's thoughts trailed off as the scent of burning food filled his nostrils. Making his lips curl in distaste as the smoke alarm soon went off; blaring within Sean's sensitive ears.

He could hear Mark's frantic murmuring from down stairs. And Sean just couldn't help but crack a worried smile.

...

Sean raced downstairs within his pajamas, careful not to trip on anything while he was running so terribly slow towards the kitchen. And once he reached the kitchen, he stopped mid-step when his eyes caught Mark.

Man, what kind of crap did Mark get himself into?

Mark currently waved a towel within the air; trying to fan the smoke away from the alarm. Trying to get it to shut up for once.

Luckily, the sprinkler Mark just installed hasn't gone off.

Yet, that was.

Mark bit his lip nervously. And Sean could see the scatter-brained version of Mark scamper about the kitchen trying to drive the smoke away from the alarm and towards the now-opened widows.

Sean, even then, couldn't help but smile.

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