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It begins

(HERE YOU GO @jackajester )

As Mark was on some tangent about the probability of Courtney Love actually having some hand in Curt Cobain's death (he was certain she did), Jack could feel his heart wildly beating in his chest. His hands were sweaty, his neck and cheeks were burning up and a bright shade of pink, and he kept his attention to anywhere but the boy next to him.

Everything Mark had said was clouded out, nothing but mumbles too far away to hear. Every thought that crossed his mind seemed to come in sync with his heartbeat, every little "do it" would quicken its pace.

After Mark had finished, Jack gave a few "mmhm"s in agreement, and there was a slight pause where Mark was taking a drink of water and Jack was spinning a blade of grass around his finger. Everything felt tense to Jack, as if the air around them was slowly getting heavier with every breath he took. The trees seemed to sink, holding him down as his throat tightened and he felt unable to breathe.

But he wasn't giving up on this. Jack had spent majority of his life in fear, every second dreading that that consistent state of everything just being there, being okay and not necessarily good or bad, would ever alter. But Mark, he altered it, and it was terrifying at first. But now Jack isn't scared of change, he's excited every morning to see this boy that changed life. The boy that improved his life. The boy that Jack knows for certain, he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with.

He took in a long, deep breath, feeling as his hands got shaky and he just tensed up even more. For a split second it crossed his mind how easy it would be to back down, how simple and almost relieving it would be to give up and not embarrass himself. But before another doubt could arise in his head, Jack looked down at his purple-pink hands and just blurted out.

"So uh.." he closed his eyes briefly, before putting his hand to the back of his neck and clearing his throat. "Can I ask you somethin'?" Mark gave Jack and intrigued look, his eyebrow raised. Jack had no clue what he was supposed to do, how he would do it, what to say or how to react. So he just said everything.

"I know that I've said it before, but I've always been so thankful for you. Like, I wasn't anyone until you decided to help me off my feet, and ever since my life has changed. Everything is new again, and I'm genuinely happy. And.. and I guess that I just, I wanted to let you know that I really like... I-I really like the fact you have a good sense of humor, and manage to make me smile when no one else could. I just really like you. So... I was just... I was wondering, if-" Jack turned to Mark, who looked starstruck. His breath caught as he stared into Mark's dark brown eyes and asked very, very quietly,

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

Jack blinked, and when he opened his eyes he felt Marks lips pressed to his. Jack's face and arms, every inch of skin on his body was an extremely dark, almost crimson, pink. He leaned forward, kissing Mark back slowly. Mark held Jack's face to his, his finger tips hot against the green haired boy's face. Mark took all the control while Jack's hands found their way behind the red haired boy's neck, intertwining his fingers together as he pulled Mark closer. The kiss was soft, sweet and slow, and by all of Jack's standards, one hell of a first kiss.

Jack could feel as everything went numb Every time Mark moved his lips against his own he felt a rush of excitement, a spark that found its way to his heart and through his veins. Jack could hear his heartbeat as Mark, the boy that had painted his whole world, was kissing him.

When they broke away, Jack inhaled sharply, and didn't take his eyes off the boy in front of him. Mark looked right at Jack, a small and shy smile painted on his red face. Jack smiled back at Mark and pressed his forehead to the red haired boy's. They were just smiling, eyes closed with rapid heart beats and red faces. The moments pureness could make flowers grow.