Find A Way Back To Us | Septiplier | Cause Trouble In Me Sequel

Twelve

>Jack<

I woke up, not remembering where I was. I rubbed my eyes, trying to get up, but I felt someone's arm holding on to me by the waist. I turned over to my right to see Mark peacefully sleeping next to me. I tried jumping back to get out of his grip, but that only made him squirm and tighten his grip.

God, he's always been such a heavy sleeper.

I tried waking him up by shaking and calling out his name, but unfortunately, nothing was working. I turned my face more to look at him when I realized how close our faces were. Suddenly, an idea came to my head. It would be my only chance.

I moved my face close to his, just enough so that our lips touched softly. Even with the smallest of touches, his lips still felt so soft. He squirmed once again, making me pull away quickly, but he was still fast asleep. I placed my lips back against his, softly kissing them. His lips still felt like home to me. To my surprise, Mark's eyes opened, and we were suddenly staring into each other's eyes.

I quickly pulled away from embarrassment, but his arm stayed wrapped around my waist, not letting me go. "What were you doing?" he swiftly asked.

I felt the blush rush up my face as I looked away from him, breaking the eye contact we made. "I didn't do anything. You're the one with the arm around me."

He raised an eyebrow, probably not believing any word that I said. However, he shrugged, letting me go. "Whatever I guess."

I was disappointed that he let me go so quickly, but I didn't hesitate in getting off the bed. I ran a hand through my hair and went to grab my shoes.  He did his best to get out of the bed, but he ended up sitting back down, grabbing his head. "My fucking head hurts..." he whispered.

"Do you want me to help you?" I asked. without really thinking.

He looked at me slightly, looking as if he was thinking over his answer, then looked away saying, "Please..."

I nodded, leaving where my shoes were and headed over to him, holding a hand for him to grab. He looked at it, hesitating to grab it, that's when I noticed that was the hand that I had the promise ring on. I quickly switched hands, not making eye contact again.

I heard him chuckle, and he took my hand. "I didn't really expect for you to keep it."

I helped him up, and I brought him to the bathroom. I handed him his toothbrush. "I wasn't going to throw it away," I explained.

He nodded, "I have extras if you don't want to go to your apartment," he said, referring to the toothbrush.

"Oh, um, okay thanks."

"You remember where we kept the extras right?"

I nodded then quickly went to grab one. We finished at the same time then he said, "Thanks."

I gave him a confused look as I helped him back up, "What do you mean?"

"I mean for still caring for me," he said simply.

I helped him onto the couch as he grabbed some nearby pills that I didn't notice from the previous day. "Why do you take so many pills now?" I asked, not hesitating.

He looked at me with a blank stare. "That doesn't really matter. I just do."

I rolled my eyes. "Why can't you just give me a proper answer for once."

He furrowed his brows in annoyance. "Look, I'm thankful you're here, but I'm still not ready to explain myself to the likes of you."

I suddenly felt offended. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

He looked away. "I just miss the old you..."

I was about to speak again when there was a knock on the door. He was going to get up and get it, but I stopped him. "I'll get it."

I walked over to the door, opening it to reveal two females. The one to the right of me seemed so familiar, and the look on her face was telling me that she knew me too. However, it wasn't until she said my name that I recongnize her.

"Holly?" I questioned.

She smiled widely and pulled me into a hug. "You're back from Ireland?!"

I awkwardly hugged her back. "Yeah, but how did you know that I left?"

She laughed awkwardly too. "Mark told me about it once he found out."

"Oh..."

Suddenly the female next to her shifted awkwardly, making our attention focus on her.

"Oops, sorry. Jack, this is Amy, Mark's ex-girlfriend," Holly said, with a slight frown.

I stared at her.

Did she just say ex-girlfriend?

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Just to clear this up now: No, this will not be turning to Amyplier,  I just wanted to throw her character into the story. Also, I do not hate her or anything, but I can't say I like her either. I will respect her though! so please, no hate.