chapter 3

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MARK POV
I feel something poke me, I was warn and I didn't want to wake up so I went back to sleep only to be pushed hard. Even though I didn't want to wake up I did and when I opened my eyes I was face to face with the kid I saved. "Hi good morning." I said to him, he was a blushing mess. "Uhm can you let go of me." he said to me and I did as he asked and removed my hands. I got off the bed and went to the dresser I throw the kid a pair of my cloths and asked what his name was. "My name is Payton, what's yours?" he said "I'm Mark, I'm the one who saved you from jumping off the bridge." I answered. I took my clothes and want to the shower I told Payton that he could take one after me.

Time skip

PAYTON POV
Why is he taking so long? As I was waiting for Mark to get out of the shower I took out my phone from my back pocket. I started looking at pictures that I had on my phone, I recently downloaded some pictures my mom had. As I was going throw the pictures I came across a photo of me when I was little with some other kids I don't remember. It was a good I swiped to the next photo it was me with a the boy from the other picture. The photo was beautiful there was snow, lights, and I was smiling so was the other boy, I discited to put the photo as my swipe lock wallpaper and the group photo as my home screen wallpaper, I don't know why I did that but I liked how happy the photos looked it made me happy.

MARK POV
I finished my shower I pitted my cloths on and walked out to find Payton on his phone smiling at something. "Hey, Payton it's your turn." I said he nodded abd went to the bathroom. He left his phone on my nightstand I was curious to see what was making him smile. I waited to hear water running and went to my bed I took his phone and looked at his lock swipe screen to see a picture. The picture was of me when I was little and another boy who I thought to be Payton, I put his phone back were he put it and went down stairs to the kitchen and started making pancakes and coffee. 

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