Mark's abusive girlfriend Amy prevents him from being with his friends, while Jack is suffering as well... He has been having problems with an unknown caller that claims he/she knows more than he thinks.
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Ever since Jack was attacked, he has been with Lizzie which is good. But I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched. The times when Amy is supposed to be 'at a friend's house' or 'shopping,' I still feel like I'm not alone.
Anyways. The Creators Summit is 5 days away and YouTubers are starting to head to New York. Bob, Wade, Felix, Amy, and I are in our hotel at this moment, just chatting. Amy is a lot more hotheaded around Felix... Maybe because I've known him my whole life.
"Uh. I'm just gonna go see Marzia. I'll see you later." Felix okwardly got upend left, resulting in a snicker from Amy.
It was quiet for a moment when Arin finally walks through the glass double doors.
"Hey Mark. Jack and his friend is about 15 minutes away." Arin smiled at me, not paying attention to anyone else.
"Great!" Amy said sarcastically for me, earning a glare from the others.
"So where's Felix and Marzia?" Arin changed the subject quickly.
"They're in their room." I said with a bright smile.
"Anyway. Mark and I are going to our room to have some fun time." Amy pulled me up by my arm.
"But I wanna wait for Jack." I protest, pulling away from her.
"You wouldn't want to wait for that trash bag other than me would you?" She asked as the doors open.
I payed no attention to anything, just her.
"Yeah. I would. And if anyone's a trash bag, it's you." It's like she was staring into my soal.
"I'll show you trash bag!" She struck her hand across my patched up eye, causing me to grasp it and was close to crying out in pain.
I heard a menacing growling sound at the door. Everyone turned to see Jack walking towards us with a red face of anger.
"Did you seriously just slap him?" His deep voice made chills run up my spine.
"Yeah. And what are you gonna do about stick?" She spat as she pushed Jack against the wall.
"If you weren't a girl, you'd be dead in a ditch." He shoved her away, taking my hand, "Now we're gonna take a walk!"
We walked outside into the breezy warm night. It reminded me of a meme I had seen.
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"Thanks buddy. I thought you would bite her head off!" I said and he giggled cutely.
"I would've. But there's cameras in there.
God. His smile. His voice. The green mess on top of his head. Everything was perfect. I never wanted this beautiful man to leave me..
WHAT?! I can't love him! I can't. I have a girlfriend-but I don't love her. I'm a pathetic person. I don't deserve someone as amazing as him. He finally caught my gaze and smiled.
"Like whatcha see?" He giggled, the sound I love to hear.
"Yeah." I whispered, staring lovingly into his eyes.
Suddenly, I realized I was leaning closer. Before I could catch myself, I felt his soft lips against mine. We moved perfectly in sync. His arms were holding my head in place and mine were around his hips. I've never kissed anyone this passionately in my life. I've also never kissed a boy before. Then we finally pulled away, red faced.
"I-I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." Jack began to tear up, but why?
No, no. It's ok. Why are you tearing up?" I hold him close to me, his eyes wide.
"Wait. I didn't ruin our friendship?" I shook my head and smiled.
"Of course not. In fact, you made me happier then, than any time in the past three years. You're literally the light of my life." I said as a tear rolls down my cheek.
He swiped his finger across the tear, drying it. He was so gentle and caring. I wasn't used to that... What if I just ended it with Amy? I want to be free to live my own life.
"Jack?" I broke the silence.
"Yes?" He smiled.
"I love you... I never want to go home." More tears crawled down my face as I thought about that horrible fucking house in Cincinnati.
"I love you too. I don't want you to go with her either." He hugged me, burying his face in the crook of my neck, sobbing.
We were both sobbing now and I began to feel even more lonely, even though the love of my life was holding me in his arms.
"I wish I could just-just end it all!" I say in between sobs.
"No Mark! Please don't say that! It'll get better, I swear. You just have to hold on. I'm here for you and I'll always be here for you." We were staring into each other's eyes for the longest time.
"We're such a mess! Why would you want to love someone as stupid and damaged as me?" I asked him.
"Because the damaged ones are the ones who know what they feel. What they want... Do you know what you want?" He cradled me in his lap, my head against his chest. He held me so I couldn't fall off, the soft heartbeat soothing my nerves.
"Yes." I whispered, sniffling.
"What do you want?" He asked quietly.
"You..." We sat there for the rest of the night snuggling.
I didn't want to ever let go of him. I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to get hurt again. All I want is now. This moment. I want to feel happy again. And he can do that. He can be with me forever and be my only source of light...
