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Crush's Suck

When the day finnaly met end, Jack didn't hesitate to text the number written on the crumpled piece of notebook paper he received from Mark.

J: Hey, is this Mark? It's Jack.

When there wasn't an instant reply, Jack turned his notification volume up and layed down on his bed. He put his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling.

And he just didn't know how to feel.

To put it, Jack almost considered himself conceited or egotistical, because he was just assuming someone liked him. He thought he was just being desperate or greedy for affection because he was so deprived of it. But he wasn't stupid.
He understood how people acted when the liked other people. He knew well that they dodge some questions and will blush a lot and what not. But Jack wasn't exactly used to having someone like him, so he didn't even know how to react to it. Hell, he wasn't use to liking other people. He barley even knew Mark. But for some reason, he made him happier then he's used to feeling, and that's when a word he was never too acquainted with struck him.

Love? No. He couldn't love Mark, he didn't even really know him. So what was it? And that got Jack thinking, what even is love?

"Its like..." He said, thinking aloud. "Liking someone more then a friend. But its not even that- you'll  have best friends youre closer to then your partner. It's like, you want to be around them, because their just so much better, to you, then others. Wanting to spend the time you have while you're still here, every day waking up to someone who just, means more to you. But-" he shifted to the side, looking over his phone and scanning over the slick black case.

"Why do the mean more to you?" He almost whispered, furrowing his eyebrows and desperately trying to figure how to word it.

"And I suppose... For different reasons. They'll make you feel happier about yourself, they make you laugh, I guess it's that they can do something that means a more to you then anything else, better then anyone else can. So love is just, a feeling that everyone gets for different reasons. It depends on you and them. So it's not just one thing. That's why you cant just explain love. It's not just a statement, its a feeling. But in that case-" Jack cut off again, because his phone chirped out a small ring. He reached over and turned his phone on, unlocking it and seeing that he had received a message from Mark. He could tell a pink was beginning to speckle and swirl around his before average-paled skin

"-in that case, what is Mark doing for me that's making me consider him higher then a friend?" He clicked the number and read the text.

M- yea! Hey.

Just a simple response, but there was no denying that it made his chest tighten a little and him to feel a little warmer then before. Jack's face was the yellow-orange-pink color again. He hated how much of a lovesick schoolgirl he was being, but he couldn't force himself to just feel or react different. Jack sighed and began typing out his answer.

J- nice. Can you call?

Jack almost regretted asking when a reply popped up on the screen instantly.

M- yeah, give me a second and I'll call you