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"You're the new transfer student!" He exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" Jack was puzzled. Sure, he was going to America, but that was only for the middle of the school year and then the summer.
Mark gripped both of his chairs' armrests and held himself up, crossing his legs and letting go. "My principal told me. He said with hand quotations, 'Jack McLoughlin'. I found you on Facebook.

"well that's a little creepy" Jack laughed awkwardly.  He was very weird and he never knew what to say when speaking to other people. Nor online.

"You know it," mark winked.
Mark was dying on the inside.  He wanted to talk but the words were not there.  He wanted to move but his brain wasn't  cooperating. "What's your....err.. Perspective on games?" he asked,  face flushed.
And thus, a conversation was born.

The two men talked for hours,  charging their phones while speaking.  They showed tattoos,  thighs,  chests,  clothes,  rooms,  family,  food,  games,  etc.  They talked about all of the above and more.  They flirted, laughed, smiled, admit dark secrets, shared social  media and more.  They were literally best friends within hours.  Jack knew all of Marks family and friends,  as did Mark.

"Hey,  I'm  going to take a shower and then crash at my girlfriends house.  Talk to you later,  Marky, " Jack yawned,  exchanging goodbyes with Mark.

On the other hand,  mark didn't  even turn off his computer.  He fell asleep on his desk,  dreaming and snoring away. They talked for 9 hours!

What a man they both are..
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Soooo im actually NOT dead

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 11, 2018 ⏰

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