All The Way

Chapter Twenty Three: BAKA!

*Jack's POV* 

Buzz... buzzzz.... buzzzzz... buzz-

"Ughhhhh," I groaned, stretching my tired limbs. 

I rubbed my groggy eyes, and sat up, something shifting onto my lap. My eyes widened and I jumped out of Cry's bed. Mark's arm had fallen from my chest, to my crotch when I sat up. Cry looked over at me from his seat at the desk, as he talked on his phone. My cheeks burned, and I quickly clasped my hands over them, trying to hide my embarrassment. Mark shifted on the bed, bumping his leg against the wall. The bed was a twin sized mattress. No wonder my body feels so stiff. I don't even remember passing out. I rubbed my head, thinking of what we did yesterday. 

Oh, yeah. We goofed around playing some video games in Cry's living room. Then his mom left to hang out with her friends for the night. After that, everything's kind of a blur. I looked around the room, surprised to not see Felix anywhere. 

"It's alright. Yeah, they spent the night. Yes, yes. Hhaha okay, okay. See you later, bye."

Cry hung up the phone and smiled at me, spinning in his chair. "Felix is in the kitchen, making some breakfast, if that's what you're wondering."

"Felix making breakfast? He cooks?" I questioned, not bothering to hide my surprise. 

Cry chuckled, "Well, he's always home alone. He said he started cooking for himself at age nine. He's very independent."

"Hmm," I mumbled, looking over at Mark, who continued to sleep peacefully on the small bed. 

"Dō shita?" Cry asked, bringing his knees to his chest.

He tilted his head, round eyes and cute pose reminding me of a little kid. "Oh, uh. Nothing."

"You sound like a girl, Sean... Tell me. What's bothering you?"

I sighed, rubbing the side of my head. "Well, you seem to know a lot about Felix. And he seems to know you well. I just feel... I feel like Mark and I don't know each other all that well."

My cheeks burned, but Cry didn't mock me. Instead, he gave me a kind smile, and said, "A relationship does not depend on how well you know each other, but how you accept each other."

I gazed at the boy in wonder, absolutely touched by his words. His lovely voice brought a smile to my face, and tears to my eyes. 

"Damn you, Cry," I chuckled, wiping at my burning eyes. 

"Gomen ne," Cry chuckled, and rose from his seat. "Come on, let's go check on Felix."

I nodded, and followed Cry out into the kitchen. The apartment smelt of coffee, bacon, eggs, and toast. I breathed in the homey atmosphere, a smile stretching across my face.

"Eh, Jackaboy. Wipe that creepy grin off your face," a Swedish voice groaned sarcastically. 

I opened my eyes, meeting Felix's bright blue irises. He smirked, and waved a spatula at me. I slowly raised my hand, waving like a robot. Cry giggled, and patted the seat beside him, at the small dining table. My socks shuffled across the cheap wood over to the table, and I sat down with a plop in the scuffed wood chair. Cry rested an elbow on the table, his chin nestled in the palm of his hand, gazing at me with curious eyes. 

"Crazy isn't it? Two wallflower juniors, boyfriends to two hot, popular seniors?" Cry cooed, batting his pale eyes in Felix's direction. 

"Aye, BAKA!" Felix yelled, throwing a washcloth in our direction. 

Cry caught it with ease, and grinned. His Cheshire grin sent chills down my spine. "What's wrong, Felix?"

"How can you throw that word around so easily? It sounds so... weird!" Felix gasped, slapping his palms against his cheeks. 

I couldn't help but chuckle. Felix shot a glare in my direction, but his eyes were immediately drawn away by Cry's light laughter. The sound was like a bird's song, drifting through the air. The irritated expression on Felix's face faded, a small smile twitching over his lips. 

"Damn you," Felix whispered, and went back to finishing up the eggs. 

A door opened, followed by a slur of words. Mark's red eyes met mine, as he continued to mumble nonsense. 

"Someone's a light weight," Cry laughed. 

"I could have told you that," Felix snickered. 

"Light weight?" I questioned. 

"Wait, do you not remember last night?" Cry asked, as a mumbling Mark sat across from me. "God, you both are light weights."

"What?"

"We played video games. Cry's mom went out. We popped open a few beers. Then took a few shots. Played some strip poker-"

"What?!" I screamed, my shrill voice making Mark flinch. 

Cry and Felix laughed, as Mark fumbled to open a bottle of Advil that was on the table. I didn't feel hung over, but I really couldn't remember much from last night. 

"Did we really play strip poker?" I whispered. 

"Ask my Snapchat," Felix smirked.

"Whaa?" I screamed, fumbling to pull my phone from my pocket. "Ahhhhh!" I screamed, as I watched Felix's story. "Take it down! Take it down!" 

"Everyone's seen it already," Felix laughed, giving me a teasing wink.

"It's all over. I have to move back to Ireland. I'm dead. I'm dead..." 

"Hahhah! Relax, relax. We're all on there. This ship is going down with all of us on board," Cry laughed. 

"Shhh," Mark mumbled, his forehead pressed against the table. 

We all laughed, as Felix served us breakfast. This was nice. This was really nice.