Secret Touch | MarkBam |

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I'm sorry for the lack of updates, I've been absent for a very important reason. I also have bad news. I will absent from this book (yet again) for an indefinite amount of time. I have to get surgery and I'm not sure how long I will be out for. I may still be reading on here, I may not, I don't know how I will feel or how long I will be out. I don't know if I will be in the right mind to write or read.

I hope all of you understand and enjoy this chapter.

The next morning when BamBam woke up, he turned on his side and struggled to open his eyes as sleep was trying to pull him back into it's clutches of soft, warm, fleece blankets and dreams of a certain redhead. He willed his eyes open and saw the other side of the bed was unoccupied by Jackson, who BamBam swore fell asleep in the same bed as him last night.

With a tired grunt, BamBam pulled the covers off himself and slung his legs over the side of Jackson's bed. A sigh escaped his lips before standing up and walking out of Jackson's room to look for his friend.

BamBam walked down the stairs to get to the living room, tripping over his feet a few times while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He saw Jackson bundled up on the couch with the TV still on. When the hell did Jackson come downstairs?

Still half awake, he walked over to Jackson and started gently shaking him in an attempt to wake the older boy. (Jackson always told BamBam to wake him up when BamBam got up. BamBam was normally the type of person that didn't like to wake people up unless it was absolutely, one hundred percent, necessary. He thought it was rude to wake people up when sleeping -- even though that person would tell him to wake them up -- because he treasures his sleep and hates when people wake him up. So why should he interrupt someone else's slumber?)

It took a lot more force and shaking to wake his friend up, being too shy to use full force to wake Jackson up in the beginning. Once awake, it took Jackson a few minutes to become more aware of his surroundings and realize he was downstairs in his family's living room (a few 'where am I's' and 'how did I get here's' were mumbled within that short time).

Jackson eventually recollected his thoughts and remembered why he awoke in his living room. Now he was starting to feel awkward again.

"When did you come down here?" BamBam covered his mouth with the back of his hand as he yawned. "I must've been knocked out," He chuckled, voice still slightly laced with sleep.

"Uhh, yeah," Jackson ran his hands through his messy hair, only messing it up more in the process; dark tuffs of hair were now standing straight up, defying gravity. "You stole all my blankets and I got cold so I just came down here."

A little white lie never hurt anyone.

"Sorry about that," BamBam apologized with a genuine smile.

After that, the teenagers made pancakes for breakfast. Making the batter was messy as BamBam ended up having the soupy mixture in small splotches on his tan cheeks and one small dot right on the tip of his nose. Jackson, on the other hand, managed to come out clean until they sat down to eat. He spilled syrup on the table which ended up being a sugary, light brown, maple puddle that dropped onto his lap turning his pajama pants into an unpleasantly sticky mess.

They laughed at the situation and cleaned up their mess before Jackson's parents could come down and scold them. (Though they were surprised that his parents didn't come down stairs and yell how loud they were being while making breakfast. Thank God for small miracles).