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     I arrived pretty late, around 9:00. As soon as I rang the bell, Mark quickly opened the door with a huge smile. and

"Jack! Its pretty late, uh, you'd better get to bed after that big journey." He picked up my luggage an led me to the guest room.

"You stay here. I, uh, see you are tired.. So, enjoy your rest!"

     Mark walked out of the room and I plopped down on the bed. And fell asleep immediately.

I woke up late, still exhausted. I really wanted to sleep in but so much clatter was going on downstairs.

Fuckin' Mark..

I woke my body up and lumbered downstairs to see what the hell Mark was doing. I entered the kitchen and saw Mark with his hands on his head in despair.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He looked at me with his back slumped.

"I can't cook." I looked over to the counter. There was a mini fire on a small griddle. Probably what used to be bacon is now burnt to a ashy crisp.

"Just turn the heat down... and then put the bacon on," I told Mark showing him all the steps. "and boom. You got some bacon strips!" I motioned Mark over to try and he did all the steps halfway right and only burnt the bacon a little bit.

     After eating the breakfast Mark tried to make, I went upstairs to go prepare for the day. My hair was a mess. It looked like a chemical explosion occurred in my hair.  I combed it down and quickly changed into a t-shirt and jeans.

     Once I was done changing I went back downstairs and chilled on the couch scrolling through the Internet for things to do in LA. Mark was still in
his pajamas, a white slightly tight shirt with black Markiplier pajama bottoms.