MY FIRST LOVE (MARKSON)

CHAPTER 3

Narrator POV
When Mark was heading out, he sees Jackson leaning on the stairs ramp, sleeping, just outside his door.
"What the hell...?" Mark asked as he was shocked seeing Jackson.
"Why is he sleeping here when he's door is just right there?" Mark asked himself.
"Its not like I care anyway." Mark said and walked past him.

But after a while, he comes back up, from the stairs, and kneels down to look at Jackson.
"Ya! Are you okay?" Mark roughly pushes Jackson but not too hard at the same time.

"Mhm..." Jackson says, making a slight painful face.

"....." Mark stares at him.
"Is he just gonna answer with one word and not even gonna look at me?" Mark said, glaring at him.
"I knew I should've just left!" Mark says to himself and starts walking, leaving Jackson but Jackson grabs onto his wrist.

"Don't leave... Please..." Jackson begs, not even opening his eyes.

"Ya! What do you mean don't leave!? I'm not your girl!" Mark started getting angry hearing Jackson begging him.

And soon later, Mark started feeling the heat from Jackson's hand.
He then kneels down to check his temperature.
"You're having a fever, you idiot!" Mark shouted and started searching for Jackson's keys, but was no where to be found. And so he bought Jackson to his room, since he didnt have any choices.

"Ugh. Why do I have to be taking care of him?" Mark sighs as he throws Jackson onto his own bed since he was too heavy.
Mark then walks to the bathroom to get a towel, soak it into cold water and puts it on Jackson's forehead. He then searches for some medicine for Jackson to take, and grabs cup of water.
He lifts Jackson's upper body up and makes him lean onto Mark, as Mark feeds him the medicine.

After a while, Mark then leaves, for a while, to buy some food and then cook.

"Ugh. Can't believe I'm gonna cook for a guy instead of a girl first." Mark sighs and starts cooking for Jackson who was still on the bed, resting.

After a few hours, he was finally finished with the porridge and enters his room to check on Jackson.

"Hey, are you feeling any better?" Mark asked but there was no reply so he left Jackson in his room to rest.

An hour or two later~
"...Where am I...?" Jackson asked as he looks around, and gets up, all of a sudden something drops.
"What's... this?" Jackson asked as he picks up a wet towel.

Jackson then walks out of the door and finds Mark sleeping on the couch.
'Why is Mark here?' Jackson asked himself and walks over to him.

"Mark?" Jackson asked as he slightly shakes Mark.

Mark then moves a little and opens his eyes slightly, seeing Jackson right in front of him.

All of a sudden Mark screams as if seeing a ghost which shocked Jackson.

"Oh right... I bought you into my house." Mark said as he was making this (-.-) face.

"...Um... Why am I here?" Jackson asked Mark.

"You don't know?" Mark asked, glaring at Jackson.

"...No..." Jackson answers avoiding his glare.

Mark sighs before answering.
"Probably cause you fainted while having a fever, and plus I couldn't find your house keys so I had no choice but to bring you here." Mark sighs again.

Jackson grins all of a sudden hearing that.

"Why are you grining?" Mark asked.

"Cause you took care of me." Jackson answered still grining.