I was alone. Mark hadn't talked to me since what we did and had plans after graduation. "Are you all packed?" Mom asked. "Yes mom. It's just a school campout at the park. If I need to I'll just cone home." I said, smiling. I had faked smiles all since two days ago. Graduation was tomorrow and everyone was camping in the park. I walked straight to my willow tree and set up. "Fancy seeing you here." A familiar voice said, shyly. I looked up and saw a friend I had made yesterday. "Cry. Hey." I said, smiling. "What are you doing after graduation?" He asked. "Moving to LA. I'm tired of this small town." I said, sadly. "I love it here. It's homey and honestly this is the only place I've ever been fully accepted. My mask scares some people apparently. Well, I gotta go." He said. I waved bye and started drawing. The drawing was a person underwater, floating, with two angel wings spread out behind them pulling someone out of the water. I started coloring the picture in when I heard the tree branches above me rustle. I heard someone sniffle and heard a quiet sob. I looked up and saw a little bit of a familiar blue. I put my drawing down and climbed the tree, despite my fear of heights. I sat on a branch across from someone curled up in a ball, their blue hair the only part of their head showing. "Markimoo?" I asked, quietly. He looked up and sniffled, "Jackaboy. Uh, hey. I uh, um, wanna sit with me?" He said, trying to wipe his face. I wiped his cheeks and nodded once, "You ok?" He shook his head, "I feel like you hate me now." He said, sadly. "You honestly think I wouldn't hate you." I joked, making Mark chuckle. "Come sit with me. We can camp together." I said, smiling. He nodded and climbed down, me climbing right after him. I sat down and continued coloring my picture. "That's amazing." He said. "Thank you. I try." I said, smiling. "It's me and you?" He asked. "Yeah. You saved me. If you wouldn't have talked to me I assume you'd be graduating without me." I said, sadly. "I think we saved each other." He said, smiling. I blushed and nodded. "We are still going to LA together right? I'm already packed." I said, smirking. "Hell yeah we are! We're gonna be roommates!" He said excitedly. I laughed and nodded. "So, I have a new friend." Mark said. He reached behind the tree and grabbed a little crate. "Look! His name is Tiny Box Tim. He's adorable." Mark said, excitedly. He was holding a tiny box with giant googly eyes glued to it, a pink smile painted on it and arms and legs. "I love it!" I exclaimed, laughing. "Felix made it for art class in college and mailed it to me." Mark said. "Mark, I have a question." I said, seriously. "Oh, serious question." Mark mumbled. "Why did you just, stop texting me?" I asked. "I thought you'd hate me. I like, used you for my own needs." He said, sadly. "Mark. If I hated everyone I didn't agree with, I'd be a very crotchety person." I said, smiling a bit. Mark chuckled and I sighed, "Ok, it did hurt figuring out it wasn't real. But I still love you cause your my best friend." I said, smiling. "Love you too, buddy. Now let's play a game." He said, smirking. "Oh god." I said, chuckling. "So, draw, a squirrel and I'll turn it into something amazing." He said.
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, laughing. Mark shushed me and I nodded. "Sean? I thought you were staying out tonight?" Mom asked. "I kinda couldn't shut up and they sent me home." I said, smiling. "I believe it. Who's your friend?" She asked. "Mom, it's Mark. You know Mark." I said, smiling. "Oh! I didn't recognize you hun, well I'm going to work. Don't wreck the whole house you're leaving today at, eight tonight right?" Mom asked, sighing. "Yeah. Guess we need to get some sleep, right?" I asked, smiling. Mom nodded, kissed us both on the cheeks and left for work. "Your mom is so cool." Mark said, chuckling. I nodded, "Yeah, she's the best." I yawned and we cuddled up on the couch.
