~~Random one shots~~

~~Accidents~~

Hi. This is a story I did today on my Fanfics book thingy, but ima put it here to, cuz ya.

disclaimer: Idk anything about drugs. So don't hate. Plus it may contain some weird thoughts so I'm sorry if that makes you feel uncomfortable 😬
* Jack/Sean is just his names. Choose whatever makes you feel comfortable. *
~mxj
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Mark's POV
(Talking to himself) I glanced at my hands. I was a complete mess, tears running down my face and hiccuping constantly. I felt like a dull painting at the moment. I don't want to deal with this sadness that I'm possessing. I've tried to endure the fact that my best friend that I've known for years I may never see again. Please.. just.. For Jack's/Sean's sake, don't let him die. At least tell me what's wrong with him or to just find a cure for his illness. Ugh I can't deal with this hatred, fear, anxious, and desperate feelings I have inside, despite my unintended consequences. I haven't heard from the hospital yet. Is he...?? No. I can't lose him. But what if he is? My thoughts about Jack swirled in my head, giving me a headache. Ugh!! I have to go see- wah!

~~Third person~~
Mark fell to the floor with a WHAMM! He slipped on something and hit his head on the marble covered kitchen counters. Mark felt his head then looked at his hand. Blood. He couldn't get up from the pressure building in his head. The red haired man now had a reason to be red headed. Mark then looked at himself once more. His skin had already started to fade into a paler color than his normal skin. He looked around and saw his cell phone on the floor. He tried to reach for it, until he passed out.

Jack was recovered in the hospital that night. Jack had just been cured from **insert funny word here** and was in good shape. It happened when he went to the bar 7 days earlier, probably got sick for the beer he was drinking. The doctors said he could go home once he felt better enough.

~~ time skip~~

Jack's/Sean's POv
I wus just released from te  hospital this morn'in and I came into te neighborhood  of my boy- Best friend Mark. He's been worried 'bout me n my sickness. I hope he's not mournin' or grief'n over me or somethin'. I drove up to te driveway. but as I got up and unlocked the door, I felt like mournin'.

I immediately dialed 911 as soon as I saw 'im lying down on te floor, blood protruding from his head. He's looking paler than shit. Is he unconscious? from my point 'f view, he looked like he was dying. I swooped over to him and shook him to try to wake him up. I put me ear close to his chapped lips. He's still breathing. I quickly started pumping on his chest, tryin' to get his heart going again. Tears started dripping from me eyes as he's not showin'any sign of whatever the fook it is. I want him to stay alive.
(im just attempting to do his accent Mkay?!?! DON'T JUDGE! XD)

Mark's POV
I slightly hear the door open and I heard a scream. The yelp sounded very familiar. The scream that cracks slightly... Jack/Sean? I tried to say something, but I was feeling too weak. I forgot what happened to me,but I strongly regret.

I heard strong, heavy footsteps coming my way. Who was it? Ryan and Matt aren't home. All I could see is just a blur of greens and blues. The I felt something putting pressure on my chest. Hands? Chica? I don't know what it is. Then my vision faded black once more.

Jack's/Sean's POV
For 5 minutes, he ain't showing a sign. I tried thinking of a way to help him. then I remembered while in college, we took sports medicine or whatever the fook it was called, and remembered CPR, the lip kind, and... Well... Damn... that would've come in handy.  But. Lips. *sighs* fine. HE'S DYING!!! AND I'M HERE!

I checked again to see if he's still breath'n. Nothing. I panicked. I then licked me lips then slowly started to inched forward towards his face. Ma lips quivered a Lil' and I felt my face heating up, but I had to do this. For mark. For te people. My stomach was a tingl'n, but my lips landed on his. His lips were a perfect fit. I didn't know actually kissed him until I noticed it and blushed a little. My focus came back and I started to blow some air into him. His lips felt firm, and chapped. I sat up and pumped his chest again. I did this continuously. After a bunch of times when I went to breath into him again, I felt a hand pulling me closer.

Mark's POV
I suddenly regained consciousness as I felt something soft on my lips. Something soft, moist, and fit perfectly with mine. Chica? No. can't be. I tried concentrating on breathing. Moving my chest up and down. Breathing in and out. I peeked my eyes open to see Jack/Sean. My first thought was "Finally he's ok!", but I felt like shit. His face on mine. Lips connected, blowing air into me I suppose. From what it looks like, He's must be blushing a lot, from how red it looked, but I didn't care. I loved every second of it. He stopped, probably cause he's too shy, then he put pressure on my chest. He did this a couple more times. My instincts kicked in. He came close again and oxygen protruding from his mouth. He's reviving me? I owe him my life. Literally.

I still felt weak at the moment. I could only look around. I wanted to feel his lips on mine again. As he was going to breath into me again, I gathered enough strength to move my arm near his head. My hand was planted on the back of his neck softly, deepening the "kiss". He was trembling. Then I felt something wet splash on my face. Blood? Water? I coughed and I realized what was going on. Jack/Sean was crying. Was it that I almost died. My awakening? Me being alive? Probably all of those, cause he flat out kissed me again out of the blue. I was full of shock, but I kissed back, tearing up as well.

Jack's/Sean's POV
I was in shock. Mark kissed me? But how? Why? Nevertheless, I was happy. Very happy that he's ok. I wasn't thinking, but I reluctantly kissed him, not really having control of myself. "Oh my god. I-I thought ya.. ya." I couldn't say a word. My eyes were wet and I was blushing madly, but I didn't care. All I care about is tat mark was ok, and alive. I thought he was tink'n ta same thing, because he was tear'n up too.

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A/N: Hi. Sorry I haven't been uploading in a while. I lost interest, but I'm going to upload more stories and shit on Random One Shots, a thing I've been working on. So expect more out of there than here mkay? Thx!! Oh and go read on there love game. I recently just uploaded that. Bai bai!!!

~MxJ