Depressed and in love.

Part 3

Marks POV
"Uh guys. Something came up. I gotta go. It was fun playing with ya though." We laughed as Wade left the room. We were still playing prop hunt. Bob had just burned him good. "When we were talking about how we were gonna rip on Wade today, was that on the list of Yes, or No?" Bob asked, while still looking for Wades hiding spot. "It was on the big list of No's we had." Jack said. I started laughing. "Really? I must have read the list wrong. I hear shark music." And like that, we were done with that. We couldn't find where Wade was hiding till he came out of the bathroom with a tissue, and I found his hiding spot. A plant. Behind a fountain. I'm an idiot. I kill him and we keep on with the game. Every time I look over at Jack. He doesn't look on his A game. I wonder what's wrong. When we finish the game, and say bye to Bob, and Wade leaves, I go up to Jack, who is editing the video of Prop Hunt we just made. He smiles wide, and bright, when I come into the living room. "Hey Jack." "Hey Mark! How's it going?" "Good. How bout yourself?" "I'm fine." "You seemed a little off when we were playing prop hunt. His face showed he was confused, but his eyes told a different story. "What's up Jack?" "Nothing. I'm fine. Just.. Tired. Jet lag and all." He yawned and stretched his arms to the sky. Fake. "You didn't look tired five seconds ago." "What do you mean?" "Just now. You were happy and energetic. And then you yawned?" "I don't control my yawns." He seemed to be getting angry. "Sorry I didn't mean to offend you. I'm just concerned." "Well stop being." He muttered something under his breath. I heard. "Trash..... Not worth.......concerned about."That's all I could make out. "Um. Ok. You want dinner?" He shut his laptop. "Sure!" a smile was slapped back on my face. It looked forced.. Somethings definitely wrong. I had just finished making chicken, spuds, and green beans. I grabbed two beers and I took my pills.

Jacks POV
He came back with 2 beers, and took some pills. "Can't drink alcohol. Right." I face palmed myself for forgetting. "It's ok you forgot! Here. Drink up!" I have bad trust issues, so immediately I thought he was trying to get me drunk for something. "I made you some spuds!" I looked at the spuds and looked up and smiled. "Tank ye Mark! I love me some spuds!" I made my accent very thick. Mark smiled at this and started eating, and I did the same. He got me a second beer. And I got sober, but I could still control myself. "Hold on, it's cold in here. Imma turn up the heat." "K" I put up my dishes, and then all the sudden, it's got really hot. "Hey Jack! Grab the beers and come out!" Mark yelled from the living room. "K!" I grabbed my second bottle, and Marks bottle, and walked out to the living room. "Damn Mark. It's hot in here. I must have fell in hell!" We laughed, and he rolled up his long sleeves, and I did the same. We starting talking and laughing. I kept forcing my smile, and then I went for a drink, to drink away some pain. When I lift the bottle, so the beer could get out of the bottle, Mark gasped. "What? What's wrong?!" I slammed down my beer. He just kept staring at me, while tears filled his eyes. I itched my arm, still wondering, and then I realized it. My sleeves were up. And I just showed mark the bottom of my wrist. Where it was still cut. I gasped and yanked down my sleeves. "Sean.." I gulped. He hadn't called me Sean in a while. "Y-ya Mark?" He scoot back on the couch some. My eyes dart around. I learned this trick when I would see a bully near me. Find the exits, friends, teachers, and were I can run. Gather data quickly, and go for it. I spot the door, and found it unlocked. I then realized the window was open. We were only on the bottom floor. I quickly got up, and ran to the window. Not hitting the glass, I jump out. "Sean!" I hear behind me, but I don't stop. I ran. And ran. And ran. I go until I find a little park. By now it's night, and everyone is gone. I sit on a swing, and cry. I don't make a sound, but tears run down my face. I quickly look around for a tree, some rope, a heavy rock, a sharp rock, anything. I hear Mark coming. "Sean! Jack! Where are you? Sean!" I quickly get up and run to a tree. I climb, it's not a tall tree, I hide in the leaves. I hear Mark running my way. He must have heard me. I stay quiet, and he runs right under the tree and stops. "Jack! Jack where are you? Jack!" He puts his back to the tree, and sides down. "Sean." He pulls out his phone, and goes to his photos. He pulls up a picture of me. He stares at it for some time. Then hugs his phone, and starts to cry. I feel a tear drop from my face. It hits him right on his knee. I freeze and wipe away my tears. And I look for an exit again. He stops, and looks up at me. "Jack?" I jump down the tree, and start to run. But he grabs my hand. "Jack stop!" "Let me go!" I try to get out of his grip. He won't let go.

Marks POV
I never knew he cut.. I grab his hand as he tries to run. I try hard not to touch his wrist. "Let me go!" He struggles to get out of my grip. When that doesn't work, he tackles me. He pushes me down, and gets up. I grabbed leg and pull him down with me. "No!" I yell, as he falls down. I get on top of him, pinning down his shoulders. He struggles again, but nothing works. He bites my hands, but I don't let go. He starts kicking me, and I have to use my legs to stop him. Now I'm laying on top of him, and my tears fall on his face, and mix with his own. "Let me go! You shouldn't worry about me! I'm not something to be dwelled on! Leave me alone! Just let me g-.." I lean in, and kiss him. Stopping his words. He stops trying to get away, and freezes. Not rejecting me, but not kissing me back. I pull back. We stay there for some time, and just stare at each other. "D.. Do it again." He says, in a raspy voice. I lean in, and again kiss him. This time, he kisses me back. I let go of his shoulders, and hold his head, lifting it from the dirt. We release, and he opens his eyes. "I love you Jack." "Call me Sean." He smiles and kisses me again.