Roomies (Sequel)

Think Sean

Mark

"Jack?" I nearly cooed as I searched the house for him, I walk past the bedroom but quickly retrace my steps and stopped at the bedroom door, I look to see Jack's legs sticking out from under the bed.

What is he doing?

I skiddled over to him then bended down, in quick movement, I grabbed his ankles and pulled him out from under the bed as if he was doing the zoom challenge. I earned a small yelp from him, I'm assuming he didn't even hear me come in.

He turned over on his back, and I looked down at him while he sat on the floor, looking up at me.

"What are you doing under the bed..?" He scratched the back of his head, then turned around to look back under the bed.

"My phone slid under the bed, I was trying to get it." He admitted, looking up at me like a innocent child.
I helped him up to his feet, and we both stared into each other eyes.

"How did that happen?" I was actually confused, how can a phone slide under the bed and you can't even get it.

"One, I dropped it then, kicked it under there... accidentally. Two, Jee Mark I don't know how I can't get a phone from under a big ass bed!" He sarcastically scoffed, I rolled my eyes and crouched down to look under the bed. He was right, I could see his phone on, reflecting creating light.

"Ah, I see." Or you did it on purpose to see the notes under my bed that Felix told you about then fakely said I was a murderer, I read fanfictions Jack.

"Use a broom." I said standing back up straight, looking at him in the eye. He sighed and waved his hand in the air.

"Ugh, just forget it. I will get it later, I'm exhausted." He started to turn around and leave but, I quickly grab his wrist, turning him back around in a swift movement.

"Hey Jack, I was wondering would you mind if Dark be with you for a few days...?" Jack eyes widened and he quickly tried to get my hands away from his wrists.

"Are you crazy?! That soulless demon! No!" I was annoyed by his dramatically ways, he didn't even get hurt last time Dark was here. Did he? No, I didn't see no scars or bruises on him.

"Aw c'mon Jack! I need a break from life for a moment, and my inner barely even be out, it's only fair."
He shook his head furiously, still refusing.
"You know.. with you being like this I could easily become crazy and angry at the same time quickly."

"Mark! No! He's scary as fuck, he's the one that was in my fucking nightmare! No!"

"I still have a little depression inside me Jack, I need a break, please just bare with me," his face quickly fell, to become a frown, he stood as still as a snowman.

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Jack

I had no choice but to say yes. Maybe, he does need a break and letting Dark might not won't be..so bad?

"Fine..go ahead," I said giving in, slightly slouching. A smile plastered Marks face as he pulled me in a hug, I hugged him back trying to embrace, a crazy person. He pulled back while giving me a peck on the lips, before mouthing a 'thank you'.
I nodded and regretted my choice but I had to say yes.

Few hours later...

Crash

"DAMMIT!" There was a big yell, coming from the kitchen, I only ignored it, while gloomily stare at the TV. Yes, he was here, yes im already sick of him, what? No he hasn't hurt me or anything he's just...I don't know not fitting?

The figure walks inside the living room while holding a champagne bottle with two glasses, he placed them on the small table in front of me before sitting down right directly by me.
He popped opened the bottle in a quick swift movement, then started pouring it inside the fancy looking cup. The smell of his cologne nearly almost made me wanna tear his clothes off and just wear the clothes on myself, almost.

He took a small sip from the cup, while placing the bottle back on the table, a small smirk curled in the corner of his lips, then turned to me.

"Want some?" He asked, I gave a deadly stare, then shook my head, I'm not trying to get drunk mostly when I'm with him, or worse. We both could get drunk and then most likely end up the bedroom.
I'm fucking shivering under my skin.

"Why not? I thought Irishmen liked drinking..unless..you're not a Irishmen..but a Irish woman" I quickly jolt up in my seat, trying my best not to just slap him or better yet punch him in the face.

"Well, that's true we Irish like drinking but, I'm just not in the mood right now.." I spat, he only scoffed and wrapped a arm around my neck while holding the cup in his hand.

"A pussy if you ask me," he insulted while using his other hand to take the cup and put it back down on the table. I relaxed myself and rolled my eyes.

"Nope..I'm not one.." is only what I can spit out, before I blurt out million of swear words. Dark removed his arm away from me and only chuckled.

"Oh, yeah I forgot. You are the twink in the relationship." You guys witnessed it, you witnessed it all, he pushed me into doing this.
Without even thinking once, nor twice.

I swung my hand and harshly slapped him hard in the face then punching his stomach. I stood up as he winced at my sudden movements.

"I am NOT a fucking TWINK!" I stormed away from him, and started trudging upstairs, into 'me and Mark's ' bedroom, I slammed the door behind me and quickly locked it while plopping myself on the bed laying my back on the bed frame.

"JACK!"

Did I forget he was half demon?!

Yes I did.

And...now..I'm screwed.

Help me?

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I finally thought of a idea! And I hate it c:

Um...normal people...get mad over someone punching and slapping then right?

I don't know I'm a female who write fanfictions about-