MARKS POV
"So what are we doing? I've been here for five minutes and I'm fucking bored," says Gerard.
"I was thinking about programming a heap of shit for a paired assignment," I say.
"A fucking homework party?! Dude, which would be great and all, if I was a nerd and had my homework with me!" He sighs. "I've got an idea, how about we play a few games, huh? Think of it as a way for Jack to get to know us better."
"Yeah, sure, ok. But that can get dangerous with you." I say warily.
"True. But I promise not to go over the line." He swears.
I turn to look at Jack. He's just standing there with his hands in his pockets. If he agrees then at least I might be able to get some answers that I'm looking for.
"What do you think Jack? You interested?" I ask
He takes a moment to respond, considering his options.
"Yeah, I guess it could be kinda fun. As long as you don't push any boundaries." He replies.
"Great, we can sit in the lounge room. But first does anyone want a drink?" I ask.
I open the fridge and show them the array of soft drink beverages. Everyone except for Patrick- who picks up a Sprite- grabs a coke. We head into the lounge room and I turn the TV onto low volume. I take a seat in one of the leather recliners and get comfy.
This could get bumpy.
JACKS POV
"A fucking homework party?! Dude, which would be great and all, if I was a nerd and had my homework with me!" He sighs. "I've got an idea, how about we play a few games, huh? Think of it as a way for Jack to get to know us better."
"Yeah, sure, ok. But that can get dangerous with you." Mark agrees warily.
"True. But I promise not to go over the line." Promises Gerard
I see Mark look at me, then I see a smile tug at the corner of his lips, almost a smirk.
"What do you think Jack? You interested?" he asks.
I contemplate for a minute. If I say yes, they could asks me things that I really don't want to talk about; on the other hand, if I say no they'll think I'm a chicken and am scared to play with them.
"Yeah, I guess it could be kinda fun. As long as you don't push any boundaries." I agree.
We grab drinks and head into Marks lounge room and I take a seat on a black and hot pink beanbag which Mark claims to be his Mums. But out the corner of my eye, I see a tag with Markimoo written on it and smile. I look up and wait for the others to settle down.
May the odds ever be in my favour.
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FanficStarting a new school sucks, just ask Jack. Living with abusive parents you thought loved you is torture, Jack knows. But on the first day Jack sees the cutest boy on the planet, but he knows it won't work out... no one wants a depressed sad sack th...
