Depressed and in love.

Part 4

Jacks POV
I haven't smiled, a real smile, in a long time. But now, I felt happy. Kissing my crush, I've had for the longest time. We release the kiss, and he helps me stand back up. We just stare at each other. "Ja- Sean." "Ya?" "Why?" I tilt me head. "Why do you cut? Why do you like me? Why are depressed?" I look down for a second. "It's hard to answer why, when I don't know myself." He nods his head, and holds my hand. "But, I do know why I like you." He looks at me, wonder fills his eyes. "Why, would you like a goober like me?" He asks. "Everything about you is perfect. Starting from your looks. Your perfect hair," he smiles and runs his hand through his hair awkwardly. "From your chocolate brown eyes, that I could get lost in." He smiles shyly as I go on. "Your very in shape, your arms are so muscular. And your smile lights up my darkest days. But that's not all about you. Your nice. Sincere. Kind. Loving. Charitable. A goofball, and amazing in every way." He smiles and kisses me. We walk hand in hand on the way back to his apartment. "Let me guess. Self punishment? Wanting to sleep on the gross couch?" I look down and softly nod my head. "Your gonna sleep in the guest room. Ok?" I look up at him. His face full of concern, care, and compassion. "Ok?" He asks again. I nod my head and look back at my feet. He lifts my chin gently. "I love you Sean." I smile and kiss him.

Marks POV
He never said he loves me back. I know he loves me though. But I want him to not hurt himself. To be happy again. The energetic goofball I fell in love with. We pull back, in need of air. "I'm gonna take a shower. There's some cake in the fridge." His face lights up, then dims down. I could tell he is faking the smile now. "You don't want cake?" "I ate at the air port. I'm not hungry." "Ok then, I guess I'm not taking a shower. I'm gonna sit right here till you finish that cake." "Why?" "Sean. In high school, I had a friend with depression. I know what's going on. And I know a lot about it. I'm not gonna let you starve yourself, as long as your here, and your NOT gonna throw that up. Understood?" Jack smile a bit, and look at the ground. "I understand Sean. I know what your going through. You think I was all sunshine and rainbows when my dad died?" He looked up a bit, then looked back down. "I guess not." I look at him, and lift his chin. "What if I eat the cake with you?" He smiled some. "Ok." I went in the fridge, and grabbed the cake. I got it for Jack, to make him feel more at home. I got a good sized cake, with frosting layered. Chocolate cake, frosting, vanilla cake, lots of frosting, extra frosting. I bring it out, along with 2 plates, a knife, and 2 forks. Jack saw the knife, and held his wrists. "Don't worry babe. It's for the cake."

Jacks POV
He called me babe! It made me blush a little, and I let go of my wrists slowly. I nod my head at him, and he cuts the cake. He gives me a piece, and I devour it. "When was the last time you ate a real meal?" He asks. "Without throwing up?" I ask. He nods. "About three months." His eyes widen. "How is that possible?!" "I just, forget I need food. And, I don't get hungry." I say. Eating some more cake. "You don't even eat cake?" "I throw up. Or I put it in my mouth, then spit it out." He nods. I look down, getting myself another slice of cake. "I'll make you eat. And.. not, throw up." I look up at him and smile. "Yes sir." I say, and stand up straight. He laughs. "Ok then. Let's go!" I went into shock. "Wh-what?" He grabbed his keys and wallet. "Let's go! Come on!" I grabbed my jacket and followed him. We went into his car. "Where are we going?" "You'll see." I kept asking, and he wouldn't say. We turned a corner, and he told me to close my eyes. I covered my eyes with my hands, and looked down, giggling. "Can I look now?" I whined playfully. "Not yet babe." "Now?" "No." "How bout now?" He didn't answer for a few seconds. "Ok! Open your eyes!" When I did, I rubbed my eyes. I was in darkness, and then I just say a bright light. Once my eyes adjust, I see a bright sign, saying, "DAVE AND BUSTERS" I smile brightly, and Mark chuckles. He stops the car, grabs his bottle of pills, and gets out. I follow his lead, and we go inside. We get a booth, and order some beers, and a small water. Mark got out his pills, and drank the water before drinking. "Mark, make sure you don't drink too much." I say. "Don't worry about me Sean! Just figure out what you wanna eat, and let's go play games." "Ok." We order cheesy fries, and wings, and go play some games. We drank some beer, played some games, eat some food, and had a great time! I had about 3 beers, and Mark had 2. I feel my pocket for my phone, and realize I left it in the car. I grab marks keys, and run outside. I get into the car, and realize that the compartment door was open. I was about to close it, when I notice something. His bottle of pills were still in the car! But he grabbed his bottle when we left the car! I ran inside, after locking the car, as Mark was finishing his 3rd beer. I grab his pills from the corner of the seat, and look at the name. The name didn't read (marks pills) it read, Aspirin.