unconscious| septiplier

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|Mark|

The room was slightly warm and snug when I woke up. I turned over to see Jack laying on the couch in the fetal position. Adorable. I got up and walked to the kitchen to check my phone that was on the counter.

When I was halfway there, a ding rang through the house, causing Jack to wake up. I ran to the door and opened it.

"Mark! Omygosh! Its really you! Can we get a picture?" A small girl said jumping up and down. "Well-"

"Please, she has always wanted to meet you." Said a deeper voice. I looked up and there was a very tall man, maybe 17, giving me puppy eyes.

"I'm sorry, but this is an invasion of privacy, coming up to my house like this." I tried to say in the nicest way possible. But the people still gave me sad and disgusted looks and walked off.

"Wow, how did they get my address?"

I mean, its pretty rude to go up to a slightly famous persons house without knowing them personally.

I turned around still thinking and being slightly concerned. And then I bumped into Jack. "Op! Sorry!" Jack looked at me and then looked down.

"W- Who was at the door?" He asked worriedly. I didn't really want to worry him. It was no big deal. After about fifteen seconds of silence Jack the looked back up to me and asked more firmly.

"Who was it?"

"Just some fans that found my address." I gulped. Hoping I didn't upset him.

Jack muttered something under his breath and turned around and muttered something.

"Is something wrong?"

|Jack|

Yes, there's a couple things wrong. Someone followed us from the meet up and found out where Mark lives. I'm quite homesick. And most of all, I have some really strong feelings toward one of my greatest friends.

"N- Nothing." I responded, still not facing Mark. "Maybe if people keep coming, we can put a sign up saying that Mark doesn't live here?"

Mark walked past me into the kitchen and began making the sign. "Let's do it now."

Mark walked over to the door and stuck the sign on the outside of it. Then he opened his phone and typed something on Twitter.

"There, no more stalkers."