Our diplomas were just pieces of paper. But they were pieces of paper that I had never been so happy to hold. "Mark!" I exclaimed. We had been in ABC order and I was stuck between two gossiping girls the whole ceremony. He tackled me in a hug and dragged me over to meet his family. I dragged him to come take pictures with my mom and I. Then we loaded up in his truck and started our drive to LA. "Mark." I said. "Yeah?" He asked. "Did you know I'm a virgin?" I asked. "Really?" He asked, obviously surprised. "Really. Never had sex, either way. Just thought I'd share." I said, then laughed. My phone started yelling about the amount of green and I answered. "Jackie! So you two are on your way to your new apartment right?" Felix asked. "Uh, yeah Fee, we are. Why?" I asked, confused. "No reason at all. I'm just checking up on you guys. LA is far away." He said. "Aw Fee. We'll be back to visit all the time." I said, smiling. "I MISS YOU FELIX!" Mark yelled. "I MISS YOU TOO MARK!" Felix yelled over speakerphone. "Felix did you know I'm a virgin?" I asked. "What?" Felix asked. "I'm a virgin. I just realized I graduated high school a virgin." I said, pouting. "You graduated a virgin." Felix said, a smirk in his tone. "Oh shut it, Felix." I said, jokingly. "Well, I gotta go. Have fun at your new place!" Felix yelled into the phone. "Bye!" Mark and I chorused. I hung up and started scrolling through my twitter.
"Why do you have so much green?" Mark asked, loudly. I laughed and started folding my clothes, "So if I was ever on a green screen I'd be a floating head." I said, smirking. "So, we're drinking tonight, recovering from hangovers tomorrow, and then hunting for jobs." Mark said, listing the items on our list off on his fingers. "Why not two recovery days, and then the job hunt? My hangovers are brutal." I said, looking up at the blue haired boy. "Wait." We chorused. "How do we get alcohol?" I asked, confused. "You've gotten drunk before?" Mark asked, amazed. "I have." I nodded, smirking. "Felix gave us, this." Mark said, opening his backpack. "Is he trying to kill us?" I asked, laughing. Mark laughed a little and sighed. "So, I need you to go get pizza." He said, smiling. "Ok-" I started before he interrupted. "We also need paper plates, napkins and toilet paper. Uh, and I really really would appreciate it if you bought me like two bags of skittles." He said. "Why such a long list? That's like a million things. But I'll go." I said, smiling.
I walked in and heard running water. The water was quickly drowned out by Mark beginning to belt out We Can Make Love by Somo. My jaw dropped and I walked to the kitchen to put up everything that belonged there. I giggled and walked over to my room, which was right beside the bathroom, and listened in on his gorgeous singing. After the song ended I snickered and walked to the bathroom door, "You know, you could be a singer Markimoo." I heard Mark drop something and a sigh. He opened the door, red faced and shy. "You heard that?" He asked. I nodded and discreetly looked down at his body. He was still dripping from the shower and only had a towel around his waist, he also had his wrapped up in a towel. "So, did you get my skittles?" He asked, excitedly as he hid behind the shower curtain to change. "Yep. They're in the kitchen along with the pizza, napkins, and plates. Here's the toilet paper." I said, throwing the toilet paper at him and knocking the towel off. "I wanted there to be a big reveal, but oh well. My hair is red now!" He said, smiling. "Markimoo! It looks so great!" I said, smiling. I chuckled and walked into the bathroom, running my fingers through his hair. "I bleached the tips so now if this fades I'm like, blondish." Mark said as I ran my fingers through his hair. "Well I like it. Come eat, I found a pizza hut and it smells great." I said, smiling. "Pizza!" Mark yelled, jumping out from behind the shower curtain in a t-shirt and pajama pants. We raced to the kitchen and Mark slipped on the leg of his pants, knocking me over on top of him. "Ugh." I groaned, sitting up with one leg on each side of him. "You know, you look really good like that." He said, smirking. "Like what?" I asked, my cheeks heating up slightly. "Red faced and in my beanie. Looks better on you." He said, smiling. I blushed and stood, reaching for Mark's hand to pull him up. "So, you should dye your hair again!" Mark exclaimed. I ran my fingers through my hair and fake pouted. "My green is fading a bit. Maybe I should dye it green again." I said, smiling. "Or red! Or pink! Oooh, dye it baby blue!" Mark suggested, excitedly. I laughed a little and shook my head, "Green is fine." He shrugged and grabbed more pizza before walking into the living room. I grabbed a piece and started walking around the house, exploring. "Jackaboy! We have people here!" Mark yelled from the front door, I guess. I rushed and slipped on a rug, falling on my arse. "Well, this is Jack. Jack meet Shane." Mark said, laughing a little. I looked up and blushed, "I'm a clumsy arse. Sorry." "Its fine! Especially since you're so cute, cute guys are allowed to do whatever they want." Shane said, biting his lip a little near the end. "Well! Anyways, it was nice meeting you Shane! We have to turn I'm early tonight. Job hunting tomorrow. Bye." Mark said, forcing a smile on his face. Shane frowned and nodded, "Oh, ok. But one thing first." He said, pulling a sharpie out from behind his ear. He waved me over and wrote on my arm, winking and waving bye before leaving. I smiled and Mark crinkled his nose. "What?" I asked, confused. I walked to the kitchen and Mark followed. "He was wearing a shirt with like seven holes in it and his face wasn't very, I don't know, good looking?" Mark said, annoyed. I narrowed my eyes at him and smirked. "What?" He asked, grumpily. "You are jealous." I accused. "No. I'm not. He's gross. I'm straight. Ish." He said, mumbling the last part. "Wait! Wait! Wait! Did you say ish?" I asked. Mark rolled his eyes and grabbed my arm, pulling me to him. "I just, don't, want you to date guys like, him." He said, hugging me so hard my face was squished against his chest. "Why, ish it bad to date guysh like him?" I asked. "Just is. Bad people look like angels to others." Mark mumbled, sadly.
