All The Way

Chapter Eleven: Don't Mind Me

**Mark's POV**

"And my mom thinks dying my hair is a dumb idea, and I told her that I don't care what she thinks. It's my hair. And she got mad, and threw the money at me, then left for work. And now I feel bad, and tried to call her to say sorry, but she didn't ans-"

"JACK! Stop. Talking. So. Fast," I finally snapped, stopping to cool the boiling frustration in my head.

Jack stopped walking, and looked back at me with wide, sad blue eyes. A shaky breath escaped his quivering lips, and his corky expression faded to pain, like his dreams had been crushed before his eyes. My stomach knotted, his sad look softening my irritated expression. I reached out, catching his wrist before he could yank his arm away.

"I'm sorry, I'm..."

"Let me go," Jack hissed beneath his breath, eyes adverted to the ground.

My fingers twitched, contemplating whether to let him go, or not. Instead, I stepped closer, placing my other hand against the small of his back. Jack gasped, wide eyes staring up at me in terror.

"I'm sorry. I'm not used to so much... talking. I usually just sit around and play video games with Felix. We don't really... converse, anymore."

Jack's eyes lightened, and he looked away, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks.

"Please, let me go."

I cleared my throat, and dropped my hands. "Sorry."

Jack pulled at the hem of his shirt, eyes looking anywhere but at me. "It's okay," he whispered. "I don't really... I've never really had someone to talk to. I guess that's mostly my fault."

His words stung, throwing me towards him again, my arms wrapping tightly around him. Jack gasped, body tensing beneath my hold.

"Mark?" Jack squealed, trying to shove me off with his thin arms.

"Never say that again," I whispered into his shoulder.

"Say what?"

I put my hands on his shoulders, and pushed him back so I could look into his ever-changing blue eyes. "It's not your fault you have no one to talk to. People are assholes, and don't see a good thing that's in front of them," I said quickly, my voice unwavering.

Jack's blush depended, but he didn't look away. He looked mesmerized. God, he's so damn cute. Jack's shoulders relaxed beneath my touch, his breaths steadying. He bit his bottom lip, eyes looking away for a moment. I clasped his chin between my index finger, and thumb, forcing his eyes back on me.

"Mark?" he breathed, my name barely audible.

"Sean," I whispered, my husky voice causing him to shiver.

His bottom lip quivered, eyes fluttering, breaths sharp, and wavering. "We- we're going to miss my appointment," Jack whispered, pushing me gently away.

I sighed, and nodded. The rest of our walk to the salon was silent, my hand twitchy at my side. I wanted so badly to entangle my fingers with his. He was just so, irresistible.

**Three days earlier** Mark's POV still...

Jack wanted to dye his hair. How interesting. I honestly, really liked the idea. It would give him something a little extra. Not that he needed it. What are you saying, Mark?  I cleared my throat, and walked out to my car. My eyes widened, a surprised gasp escaping my lips at the sight of Jack leaning against my car. He smiled shyly at me, a blush on his cheeks.