Middle of the Week Motivation

The Color of Your Eyes

Mark and Jack lived in a strange world. In their day and age, people couldn't' see a certain color, until they looked into their soulmate's eyes. this caused some problems, especially for artists, seeing as some of them couldn't see the color green and only two percent of the world's population had green colored eyes.

This was a popular topic of discussion between the two friends. Mark had once brought up the point that people whose soulmates had heterochromic eyes would be deprived of seeing two colors, and Jack had responded by saying that people whose soulmate's had Alexandria's' Genesis (purple eyes) might as well make public announcements or just accept the fact that they would probably be single for the rest of their life. Mark had afterwards asked what Jack thought about blind people in general. Jack had just stared at Mark before mumbling "They're f*****." To which Mark just laughed.

One day the boys were playing video games at Jack's house. Mark cheered and Jack groaned as Mark once again, won. Jack set down his controller and immediately felt his stomach begin to churn. "Hey, are you okay?" asked Mark,who had noticed Jack's sudden change in mood.

"Mark," started Jack, his eyes closed tight. "I "have an... odd confession."

"Um, okay," said Mark, slightly worried now.

"I... I've had a crush on you for - a really long time. But I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to make our friendship weird and... we're probably not soulmates, so it wouldn't matter anyways."

Mark stared at Jack for a moment before saying, "Open your eyes."

Jack silently obeyed. "Look at my eyes," Mark commanded."

The Irishman took a deep breath before lifting his eyes to meet with Mark's. The two boys gasped. "Holy..." Mark started.

"Holy cow! That's what brown is?! That's amazing, I_! Wait a minute. Mark? Are you my?"

Mark slowly nodded. "I think so...your eyes are so... gorgeous."

Jack blushed and Mark leaned towards him, then placing a hand on his cheek. "Mark, what're you_?"

Mark closed the gap between them, planting his lips on Jack's. Jack closed his eyes and scooted closer to Mark, deepening the kiss as he ran his fingers through Mark's raven colored hair. "Jack it's time for Mark to_ ACK!"

Mark and Jack broke apart and stared up at Jack's wide-eyed mother. "Mom," Jack started slowly, "I found my new favorite color."

She looked back and forth between the two boys before her eyes widened even more. "Oh! Jack that's wonderful! Mark you can stay for dinner if you want, I'll call your mother and tell her the news!"

She then left the room in a hurry, leaving the the two blushing boys on the floor. "So..." Mark said hesitantly.

"Yeah." Jack nodded. "That was awkward. "Well, um, where were we?"

"About here," Mark said before smashing his lips against Jack's.

Although he was first taken by surprise, he found himself running his hands up the back of Mark's shirt. "Jack! Mark! Come out for dinner!" Jack's mother called.

Jack groaned in exasperation and Mark chuckled, helping the Irishman off the floor. "Let's go, we can finish this after dinner."

Jack huffed but accepted Mark's outstretched hand anyways. "Fine."

After that day, Mark and Jack lived comfortably as a couple, not caring what others said, and both were glad that Jack's confession changed their friendship for the better.