He's Just Not That Into Me

So...the shower.........

*Jack's Pov*
"Mom, really I'm fine...yeah, put Pap on the phone if ye'd like." There's a pause on the line. I look to Grace and she's just staring out the window. I wonder what she's looking at? "Yes Pap. I'm okay, really...I know Mums worried... they said I'll be out in a couple of days...you don't have to come over, don't waste yer money. I'll be home in about a week or two...love ye." I hang up the phone. "Sorry, me Irish side comes out full on when I talk to me parents.

"No it's fine. I like your Irish accent. It's very soothing. Want me to bring everyone back in?"

"Yeah, that's fine." I watch as she opens the door. Mark falls onto the floor and the other topple onto him.

"Were you guys listening?" She asks.

"Pfft, no!" Mark denies, trying to get up. Everyone scrambles up like a turtle who fell onto its back.

"Uh-huh..." Grace says slowly. "Then I guess you guys have no idea that Jack and I are-"

"Oh, wow! Really? Congratulations!" Wade says.

"What are ye talking about?" I ask.

"Aren't you two dating?" Wade asks.

"No?" Grace answers.

"But Mark said he heard- OW!" Mark elbows Wade.

"He fell on his head out there, doctors said he'll be saying crazy things," Mark glares at Wade.

"Guys, we're kidding!" Grace laughs. "We know you were listening, we aren't stupid!"

"Your guy's faces look so dumbfounded right now!" I laugh.

*Your Pov*
(Two days later)
"I feel really bad," I look to Mark. He slurps up his noodles and raises an eyebrow.

"About?"

"Well, Jack got hurt. Luckily he's okay, but I also feel bad for everyone at Pax. It got cancelled and people who were waiting for so long lost their opportunity to meet who they wanted. I would be really bummed too. Not to mention we had to wear those rediculous outfits to the hospital."

"Outfits, we're completely fine," he takes another bite of noodles. "Anyways, I'm sure everyone is all happy that they're safe. No need to worry about them. I'll make a video apologizing."

"At least they're all understanding." I stir my noodles around. "On a happier note...Jack and Grace... they seem really happy."

"Come on, everyone saw it coming from a mile away. How close they are, no doubt they were gonna get together. He'd being bubblegum and making him be Finn instead of Treetrunks? It was obvious."

"..." To be fair, everyone thought we were obvious too, but with how we still are acting around eachother, maybe it's not obvious enough to you. Did that kiss mean nothing? Did our time in the closet mean nothing? DOES ANYTHING MEAN ANYTHING? I really hate that he just said that.

I take my bowl and put it in the sink.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Fine, just need to...go do something."

"Want me to come with?"

"No, I'm going to go change into pajamas, maybe shower. I think I can manage that by myself."

"Alrighty, understandable that you'd wanna do that alone."

I roll my eyes as I walk away. I grab pajamas and go into the bathroom, shower it is. A nice hot one, so I can think about things. Mostly how Mark is being a confusing asswad.

I get into the shower and am comforted by warmth. I listen to Death of a Bachelor by Panic at the Disco. I hear the door open and close.

"Haha Mark, knock it off you aren't funny." It's quiet. "If you turn off that light I swear I'll kill-AHHH MARK WHAT THE FUCK," I cover my body and face the other direction of the shower.

"Don't act like you've never seen a naked guy before."

"MARK, GET OUT! WHY ARE YOU IN HERE!"

"I figured you probably shouldn't be alone with your thoughts, so I figured I'd join you."

"Wow, what a nice thought, NOW GET OUT!"

"Calm down, we're both mature adults, that know what we want, and we've both seen the other gender naked, so it's fine."

I turn my head back at him which is a mistake. The water running down his muscles, making them glisten. I turn away again. "That's not the point, yes I've seen a guy naked but not my best friend!"

He puts his hands on my shoulders and guides me back towards the running water since he's blocking it from me. "Do you really want me to go?" I immediately hate him for asking that.

"Yes and no..."

"What?" He starts to laugh.

"Yes I want you to leave...because we're still just friends, and it's wrong...no I don't want you to leave because... because..."

"Because of what happened at the convention?"

"Yeah..."

"Just relax, and stop over thinking things."

"That's very hard for me to do, and you know that Mark."

He takes a bath sponge and puts body soap on it. He starts to rub it on my body. And we all can guess where this lead to.

A/n
I'm seeing panic at the Disco on Tuesday 3/14/17.....I'M SO EXCITED I MADE SHOES FOR IT LET'S GIZITY GOOOOOO