All The Way

Chapter Five: O Romeo, Romeo.

**Jack's POV**
Mark sipped his coffee, a confident smirk on his face. Damn that smirk. It always managed to make my stomach flip, sending goosebumps up my arms. I rubbed awkwardly at my arms, looking away from the jock sitting in my gaming chair.

"So what games are you playing right now?" Mark asked, breaking the silence.

"Um, this game called Happy Wheels. I've gotten a lot of views on the first episode, and the game is pretty fun, so I'll probably continue the series. What about you?"

"I started a Five Nights at Freddy's play-through. Gotten a lot of positive feedback."

I smiled, remembering his Amnesia play-through. He screamed a lot, so I could see why Fnaf would be popular. Mark took another sip from his coffee, his warm brown eyes lingering on me. He set the cup down on my desk, clearing his throat. He smirked, rubbing the side of his neck nervously. He had some stubble growing around his jaw, making him even sexier than he already was. I could feel my cheeks burn up, signaling me to look away.

"So, we should start studying this script," Mark suggested.

I looked up at him, taking notice to the worry in his voice. His eyes held the same concern, making me more nervous than I already was. I took a deep breath, and reached across for my backpack.

"So, I'm guessing you want me to be the girl," I sighed, digging out the script.

Mark sighed, staring down at his own script he had pulled from his bag. "Romeo has a lot of lines," Mark said in a nervous whisper. "I don't think I'll be able to remember everything."

"I can help you memorize the lines."

"I don't think my brain has the mental capacity to remember all this shit."

"Mark," I chuckled.

"I'm serious," Mark sighed, a stressed look in his gentle eyes.

"Juliet has more lines, Mark."

Although Mark looked rather kindhearted, a look deep within his eyes told me to be careful with what I said around him. He stared at me for a moment, thinking about my statement. Finally he sighed, and looked back down at his script. I smirked, and looked down at my script, reading over Juliet's lines. We sat in silence for a few minutes, reading over the script. My mum walked in, setting a tray of cookies on the end of my bed. She gave me a little wink, and wandered out back into the hall, closing the door behind her. Mark looked up from his script, eyeing the cookies.

"Do you want one?" I asked, holding the tray out to him.

He reached out, his fingers brushing over mine as he grabbed a cookie. A chill ran up my arm, and down my spine, a shaky intake of breath echoing around my silent room. Mark's deep eyes looked up into mine, a grin itching at his lips. I set the tray back down on my bed, grabbing a chocolate chip cookie to distract myself from the fluttery feeling in my gut. Mark chuckled quietly, and took a bite from his cookie.

"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?"

"That's my line," I mumbled through a mouthful of crumbs.

Mark smiled at me, and rolled over in my chair. My body tensed, eyes widening as he leaned forward. My body somewhat relaxed when I realized he was just reaching for another cookie. His arm brushed mine, as he pulled back, biting the cookie almost too seductively in front of me. I cleared my throat, bringing my knees up closer to my chest. Mark finished his second cookie, and slapped my leg playfully. I jumped, surprised by the pat.

He chuckled, and reached for another cookie. "You're so skinny, Jack."

"Sorry," I mumbled, grabbing the cookie he held out to me. For a moment, he didn't let it go, my hand lingering on his. When he let go, I inhaled, finally able to breathe.

"No need to apologize, dear."

"Dear?" I asked, staring at him with confusion in my eyes, but a smirk on my lips.

Mark only bit his lip, and grinned, the action making my heart stop. His brown eyes watched me, as he swiveled a little in the chair. Something about the way he stared at me made me anxious, and twitchy, my fingers curling in my sheets to keep them from doing anything else. Mark leaned forward in his chair, resting his hands on either side of me. I tensed, eyes wide. Mark only grinned.

"You have beautiful eyes," he whispered, his deep voice humming wonderfully against my eardrums.

"Th- that's not in the script," I stumbled over my words, fingers curled tight around my comforter.

Mark grinned, eyes moving down my face, lingering over my lips. Suddenly, his grin wiped away, and he leaned back, an unreadable look in his eyes. "I know. I just wanted to point that out," Mark chuckled nervously, rolling back to the desk.

I chuckled hollowly, turning to the next page in the script. "You are very peculiar, Mr. Fischbach."

"As are you, Mr. McLoughlin." he said, his enchanted voice feeling my mind.

I could feel my cheeks heat up, so I looked away, back down at my script. "Should we run through our lines?"

"Sure."

We read through the long scene, discussing some clever ideas for certain parts. We jotted down notes on our scripts, filling the margins in our chicken scratch. I changed up a few of my lines, giving Juliet more of an Irish feel, and Mark added what he called, "The Markiplier Effect," to some of his lines. By the time we finished going through the script once, we were both exhausted from laughing so much. I tossed my script back into my backpack, and flopped back onto my bed. Mark stretched out on the floor, his hands outstretched into the air. He ran his smooth, tanned fingers over his red knuckles, slightly bruised from punching Felix.

"Thank you, for defending me."

"No problem. It's the least I can do."

"I always knew you were different from the rest of them."

"I told you, Jack, they aren't all assholes. They just put up this-"

"Stereotype? Mask? Perfect façade?"

"Exactly," Mark sighed.

"Why do they hate me?"

"The same reason they hate Cry. Because you're different. And you aren't afraid to show that difference. You are aware of your difference."

"Mom says not to be ashamed of who you are."

"And you shouldn't be. Never be ashamed of yourself, Sean. You are an amazing human being."

"You don't even know me, Mark."

"I'd like to."

I parted my lips to make a snide remark, but I had none. "What do ya mean?"

"How 'bout we hang out tomorrow? At lunch, and after school?"

"Do you want to get beat up, or something?"

"I... You're right, that's a stupid idea," he sighed, and looked down at his phone that had been lighting up for the past five minutes. "I gotta go. Felix wants me to head over to his house."

"Whatever," I mumbled, shifting on my bed, resting my cheek against my knees, staring at my white walls.

Mark hovered beside the bed for a moment, then walked out without saying another word.

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been updating for a while. Writer's block! Been writing other stuff to get the creative juices flowing. Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed, my fellow shippers.