Weights

3. (non)interests

I simply left the pancakes there with an empty mug and some money before leaving and heading home. This is when I get a Skype call request. I hear a familiar tune that I had set as my ringtones for him.

I love his singing.

I take my phone out and answer the call, "Hey, Marky!" I practically shout in joy. He's at his laptop, by the looks of it. "Jack, don't blow my ears out!" He yells back, and I giggle. "Why you callin?" I ask, though I probably know why.. "Yeah, I got your 50 plus texts. What the fuck, Seán??" He had started laughing in the middle of talking, "God, you're just too much sometimes." He sighs after calming himself down to a fit of giggles. "Shut up, you love me. Asshole." I laugh as well.

"Hey, how come you're outside? Seán, are you okay? Are you sick?" He jokes around. "No, Mark. I'm heading home from the café I always go to." I reply, already seeing the apartment building coming in view. I yawn, though I'm not tired. "Jack, how much sleep did you get last night?" Mark asks, suddenly all serious. I, for some reason, love when he goes full protective mode. "I got plenty, calm your tits." I says as I walk inside to the lobby of the building, "Hey, my tits are calm!" He laughs, "I was only asking!" I'm getting weird looks now from people who probably aren't familiar with me.. Or maybe it's my neighbors who always have to endure my yelling.

"Mark, voice down.." I mutter.. Why am I suddenly all.. Weird.. "What? Why?" He asks, concerned. "Nothing, just people are staring.. I'm only getting paranoid, sorry.." I apologize, making a quick escape to the elevator. "Seán, you're always stared at.." Mark points out blankly. I rub the back of my neck, "Is it the hair?" I ask as another guy goes in the elevator beside me with his daughter right when the doors close. "No, you're just stunning, my Jackaboy!" Mark throws invisible kisses at his screen, making me turn a bit red and scoot away from the other two in the elevator

The girl looks around 5 and the dad is on his phone as she stares up at me with wide grey-bluish green eyes and a blank face. I try to be as least uncomfortable as possible. Which is hard when you're a guy, talking to your boyfriend through a phone, with a pair of innocent little girl eyes burning into your soul.. Literally anything can come out of her mouth..

"Well, I'll call you back. I'm switching calls to my recording stuff so I can make a video later. Love you, Seán!" Mark suddenly says. Shit.. The dad glanced up at me and the girl's eyes shone a bit.. "Y-You too, Mark.." I mutter. "C'mon, say it like you mean it. I wanna know you mean it!" He presses on. Dammit. Why, Mark..

"I-I love you too, Mark.. Bye.." I hang up the call. "Mark is a boy's name." The girl points out. Here it comes.. "Is he your boyfriend?" Aaaand, there it is..

I put my phone in my pocket and hide my red face by lifting my hood a little over my cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye I see her father lead her out of the elevator. We're on floor 5.. I swear I saw them pick floor 8, though..

...... Oh...

I grip my arm as the doors close. I actually tear up a bit.. I hate people like that.. I step out onto my floor and head to my apartment. When I go in, my phone rings again. I wipe my eyes and shut the door, answering Mark's call, "Hey babe." I greet with a forced smile while I flop down on my couch. "Hey Jack. So, I wondering if you wanted to record something?" He asks. I remember what happened in the elevator.. I haven't looked at any reactions from our fans about me and Mark.. I know a lot are probably happy.. we only came out to everyone about being together almost a month ago..

But I'm scared to see more reactions like that... "Nah, you go ahead. I'll take a chill day.." I say. We talk a little longer before he hangs up to make videos. My smile drops and I start silently crying to myself again.. I glance down, seeing a new, and large weight around my other ankle..

ANXIETY is the name it bares....