Jack and Mark were friends. Just friends. Totally normal best friends. Right?
Normal friends cuddle together for hours, right? Normal friends make their parents and friends question if they're gay and make them a ship-name, right?
Jack doesn't fucking know. He doesn't even know how this all happened. It just seems while watching Netflix with Mark on the couch their sides touched. But it's only gotten worse. Now their entire bodies are pressed against each other, YouTube video long forgotten, breath mixing as they cling to each other laying on Jack's beanbag chair for no damn reason.
Why are they doing this? This doesn't seem normal. What's going on? Jack distinctly remembers Mark saying he ISN'T gay, so why is Mark going along with this? Why does it feel so good? Why is it addictive? A hundred questions fill Jack's head to the brim.
Mark's parents asked Mark if he was gay. Jack's parents have gone as far as saying they're "soulmates" and making them a ship-name. Felix said he shipped them when Jack told him about the situation.
This is getting bad. What next?
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