unconscious| septiplier

Touch

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     The remainder of the car ride was terrible. I looked at Jack and he was either crying or looking down. I probably creeped him out. I shouldn't have said that he was cute.

"Mark, really, why did you call me cute?" I looked at him again. He was emotional. Sad and curious. I couldn't think of anything to say.

"I just... Thought that. Ha.."

     Jack looked away for about a minute. He looked hurt. I probably offended him. He looked back at me after a few seconds and then looked forward. Then Jack put his hand on mine. I was driving perfectly until that moment. I started swerving a bit and running stop signs. I was distracted by his wonderful touch. He was touching me? I enjoyed every second of it. But then, we arrived at my place.

     Jack lifted his hand and got out of the car. It had stopped raining by now. The moon was clear in the sky. Jack was staring up and then he ran into the house. I opened my door and stepped out.

"Jack.."

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Jack's POV:
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     I had held Mark's hand and he didn't let go! I ran inside and went straight to the bathroom to dry off and control my happy tears. I heard the front door slam and footsteps up the stairs and into Mark's bedroom. He didn't seem happy.

     I finished drying off and changed into pajamas. Making my way downstairs was hard because I was bubbling with joy.

     Soon Mark came downstairs. I didn't look at him because I was watching the tv. But after a minute I turned around. I saw a tall, lean figure. Mark was right next to me. But he didn't have a shirt on.

     I had no goddamn clue why he didn't have a shirt on or why he was standing next to me so I turned back toward the tv. "Hi Mark, it's kinda late, shouldn't you go to bed?" I tried to say calmly. Mark put his hand in my shoulder.

"Same can be said for you huh? Why aren't you in bed? It's like,two in the mornin!" I stood up on the couch to appear bigger than Mark. "Because I am a big boy!" I screamed. I then sat back down and curled into the fetal position with my blanket.

"Then you better survive this!" Mark yelled at me. Before I could process what he just said, Mark tackled me and started tickling me. "NO MY WEAKNESS!" I yelled. Pretty soon Mark stopped, but he didn't move from his spot right next to me. I could feel his skin on my arm.

He was trying to cuddle with me?

But we are Friends?

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Author's Notes

     Sorry each chapter is around 400 words... I'm tying to make each chapter count! Thank you for viewing. I hope you enjoyed this part, it is pretty lovey dovey. >~<

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