MARKS POV
In the end we all had to pay for ourselves since none of us could afford to pay $250. We played the classics like Pac-man and Street Fighter and we all raced each other in a car racing simulator; we all discovered that Tyler and Cry are never to be entrusted with driving and I am the fastest and safest driver, even with a bruised nose and eye.
We all walk out laughing and we head over to our next stop that Jack had no idea about.
"Where are we going now?" asks Jack.
"Somewhere," I tease. I hear a grumble and smile in victory.
We turn into an area with a red velvet carpet and walk up to the large counter.
"Two tickets to the Shadow of Colossus movie please." I say the young girl at the counter.
She blushes to the same colour as my hair. "S-sh- sure thing." She goes over to the computer and prints out the tickets and rushes over.
"An-anything else?" she stammers.
"Two large Cokes and popcorn please." I say kindly. While she grabs the popcorn, I turn my head and see Jack following her every move with his death glare. I turn back to the counter and giggle. She hands over the food and drink and gives me the price. I thank her and walk over to Jack, who takes his popcorn and drink, planting a kiss on my lips as he did. Everyone else grabs their stuff and we walk up the stairs and into the cinema. Although we aren't supposed to sit next to each other, the cinema is almost empty, so we just take up the whole row. I and Jack sit right up on the wall with Felix and Cry on the aisle and Dan and Phil next to us.
We talk the whole way through the ads and all of a sudden we are silenced by the movie.
About half way through the movie Jack pulls his feet up and rests his head in my shoulder.
"Tyler was wrong. You care about everything, even me" he whispers.
"Who wouldn't care about you?" I whisper back and I lean in to kiss him.
"Everyone that isn't you." He sighs. And with that we go back to watching the movie and giggling at Dan and Phil feeding each other popcorn.
(After the movie, now at Marks home)
I walk through the door and down into the kitchen, where I find Dad sitting at the dining table with his laptop. He looks up when we walk into the room.
"Hey boys, how was your day?" he asks.
"It was pretty good," I say and Jack nods.
"Jack, can you leave us in peace for a minute, I need to talk to Mark." He asks politely and Jack obliges, telling he will be in the spare room.
Immediately I think he's noticed the small bruise on my nose. Dad's always hated when I hurt people or when I got hurt.
"Is everything okay Dad?"
"Come take a seat." He motions. And I do. Across from him.
"I went to the hospital today." He says casually.
"What did they say?"
"It's spreading. Quickly. They say I only have a few months left at the most, Mark."
"tha-their lying." I say, "They said you had years left two months ago."
"Things change, Mark. I need you to accept that soon I will drop de-"
"NO!! YOU CANT!!!" I yell, "Not yet." The words come out like a whisper. The one person who was my everything is going to be taken from me. It's unbearable.
"Mark I can't do anything about it," he says firmly, "I need you to stop acting like a child who needs a hand to hold and grow up. Let go and be you. I know you think the world revolves around me, but it doesn't. Let your world revolve around something or someone else."
"Okay." I whisper. I couldn't take much more of this.
"Just know that I still love you no matter how big a dumbass you become." He jokes and I stick my tongue.
"You have a guest. Now go and socialise." He smiles.
I tuck my chair in and walk to my room. On the way, I pass Jacks room and I peek in. He's studding for HSC (High School Certificate) exams next month. I keep walking to my room and when I get there I close the door and lie on my bed. My head just touches the pillow before I start crying.
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