Cold

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*not a part of story mark and Jack!!!!!*
*bold means jacks or marks thoughts*
3rd person POV

It's was a cold snowy night and 11 o clock pm when Jack was walking home from a local diner he worked at. Uhhgg I hate night shifts. Now the night is coming to an end (|-/) and Jack saw a figure sitting alone on a bench in the park that is right across the street of his house. What the fuck is this person doing at 11:06 Pm?? Might as well.. Ask?

"Screw it. HEY PERSON! WHAT ARE YE DOING OUT SO LATE??" Jack yelled in his Smexy Irish accent (yeah that's right I said Smexy -author)

The figure shifted his head awkwardly to look at Jack. What do I say?? Mark thought.
"Ermmm.. My roommate kicked me out.." Mark said shamefully.

The street light suddenly turned on showing Mark's purple and black face.

"I'm so sor- DID YER ASSHOLE ROOMMATE DO THIS TO YA?!? Come with me, I'll help you." Jack said looking heartbroken as this beautiful man slowly takes his hand.

"Thank you so much but.. I don't know you, you could be a murder!" Mark exclaimed laughing.

"I could say the same for you heheh. But come on, I'm not the one who doesn't have a place to stay. You can stay with me for awhile dude, as long as you need." Jack said giving a shy smile to the red-haired man.

"W-why are you being so nice to me..? We have never met until this moment and you're already giving me a place to stay?" Mark said, surprised as why anyone be this nice to him. He looked up at the stranger as he realizes how attractive this man is. Mark blushed at his thoughts and went back to looking down at the cracks on the sidewalk.

"Let's just say, I was in your situation too and ended up at a.. Umm that's not what we are talking about. Let's go, my house." Jack smiled slightly but stopped as he remembered the memories of what happened to him.

"Okay thank you so much umm.. I don't even know your name." Mark said shivering at the coldness.

"Hmm? Oh sorry I was distracted with some.. Memories. We can talk more when we get to my house."

-time skip bitches (I LOVE ALL OF YOU)-

They walked in science the whole 2 minute walk there.

"Can I have the pleasure of knowing your na- AHH FUCKING FUCK!!" Jack screamed as he tripped over a random soccer ball and fell on his face.

"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA" Mark laughed, almost falling too.

"Can you please help me up ye ass!?" Jack said tugging in Mark's arm. Mark helped him up, luckily it's dark out so he doesn't see me blushing they both thought.

"I'm sorry for laughing, my name is Mark Fischbach. What's your name Mr. Tripping-balls?"

"Hardy har haar. My name is Sean McLoughlin, but my ma always called me Jack so I go by that usually. I like the name Mark, it suits you!" Jack said happily, laughing at the witty nickname senpa-MARK said.

"Thanks Jack! *shivers* is your place close? I'm really cold right now." Mark questioned

"Yeah! We're here!" Jack told the red-haired friend. Jack opened the door and Mark shuffled inside. "Take a seat on the couch while I get blankets for us. I'll start to make some coffee or hot chocolate- whichever one you prefer and we could chat more!" Jack yelled while he headed to his closet to grab spare pajamas, pillows, blankets, and some bandages for his cuts for the stranger.

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