:Chapter 11:

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Mark sat there finishing his meal, he was a pathetic little slouch. Thinking about what just happened. The two of them were both acting they were already married "I can't believe this is happening." Mark thought as he got up from the table and put his plate in the sink. He began to walk to his bedroom when he heard a crash coming from jacks room.

He opened the door as he saw some boxes on the floor and a broken trophy, Mark one if for making the best margarita. He frowned and saw Jack picking it up slowly, "I-I didn't mean to.... I was trying to make more room for some clothes, and the box fell..." Jack was tearing up as he looked down at the floor in shame. "Jack... It's fine... It was just some dumb trophy.." Mark walked up to Jack and hugged him "don't cry...". Jack wiped his tears and stood there. Jack looked smaller compared to mark since Mark was a bit taller and more muscular.

He finally looked up to see Mark looking down at him slightly smiling, "it's ok..." Mark patted down on his green head and smiled "So, what do you want to do?..." Mark laughed it off and Jack followed "Oh, erm... I'm not so sure." 

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