sad || jackbam

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jackson and bambam walked into the coffee shop, holding hands. they knew mark was there because they had seen his car outside in the parking lot. his car was pretty distinct so they knew it was him.

mark stood up when they walked in. "hey. i got you guys tea and coffee."

mark sat in a chair while jackson and bambam sat on a couch. bambam was looking everywhere else. he hadn't actually confronted mark about it, only jackson had.

jackson looked at mark expectantly so he would start talking. he didn't need to say anything. mark knew what they were there to talk about.

"i'm really sorry. i know i was completely out of line. i shouldn't of done the stuff i did. or said what i did. i think i was more jealous of what you guys have. you're perfect for each other and i would never want to ruin that. bambam, i'm really sorry that i did what i did and made you uncomfortable. and one of the worst things that i said, i'm so fucking sorry that i said you're a reason bam... but that's not true and that the stupidest thing i've ever said. you two are so fucking good for each other, like, jesus, i swear you're soulmates."

bambam's face flushed as jackson gripped his hand, rubbing his thumb on bambam's.

"you two are so sickening but in a good way. so i hope you guys can forgive me because i miss us being friends."

jackson looked at bambam because if bambam could forgive mark, so could jackson. he wasn't completely surprised when bambam nodded because bambam was a very forgiving person.

"thank you, bambam."

"i should take bambam home. he needs to do his homework."

"i don't want to do my homework," bambam whined, leaning his body onto jackson's. jackson smiled and rubbed his arm.

"come on, bammie." jackson started to stand, pulling bambam up with him. bambam waved at mark as jackson pulled him out of the coffee shop. "you said you have a paper due tomorrow. you need to do that."

"but it's hard and i don't know what to do. it's only a rough draft," bambam said as he climbed into the passenger seat of a truck. "i have to write about something that's impacted my life. maybe i'll write about you. but what if my teacher gives me a bad score?"

"you can write about me but don't use he. i did it my senior year because i wrote about you for something."

"really? that's a good idea." jackson grabbed bambam's hand once they were on the road.

"so you think mark is good now." bambam nodded and mumbled a yes since jackson was driving and he would rather him be looking at the road. "if anything ever makes you uncomfortable, just tell me, okay?"

jackson dropped bambam off at his house. bambam didn't want to get out of the truck and held onto jackson's arm for a while.

"i'll pick you up from school tomorrow, baby. go do your paper." jackson gave bambam a kiss and bambam finally got out, almost forgetting his phone.

"i love you, jackie!"

"i love you, bammie!" bambam smiled as he ran up to his front door and went inside.