done // m.f. & s.m.

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I wake up feeling more tired and groggy than I have ever felt. This is probably an exaggeration, but at least right now that's how I felt. My eyes refused to open. When I finally was able to sit up, my head throbbed. I always forget how hard Jack Daniels hits me the next morning. I rubbed my eyes and reached for my phone. I had a missed text message from Seán and two from Mark.

jackababy: hey come help me edit when u wake up  11:15am

mark f: u can skeep in my room if u rly wsnt to  2:30am
mark f: LOL i cant believe we akmost kissef   3:10am

My heart skipped when I read the texts from Mark. I thought back to the events that transpired last night. After we finished the game, which was around 1:30am, we all figured we should go to bed. Seán happily got up and moseyed into his room. Mark and I, however, didn't budge so easily. We talked for a little while and I mentioned how sometimes, I just really hate sleeping alone. He drunkenly offered for me to sleep in his room so I wouldn't have to sleep by myself. I thought about it genuinely.

Knowing I might have regretted it this morning because I would have felt like I was taking advantage of Mark, I declined. We both headed to our rooms after that, which prompted him to text me shortly after and reassure me that it was okay. I decided to hang out in his room for a little while anyway, and that part I do not really remember. I must have only been there for around 40 minutes and apparently, we almost kissed. I felt butterflies in my chest thinking about kissing him, but I shook the thought off for the time being. I threw on a bra and headed out of my room towards Seán's.

"You rang?" I asked him, leaning in his doorway. He greeted me with a smile.

"Hey, I already started but I have a bit of it left," he told me, gesturing for me to enter. I plop myself next to him at his desk and scan his computer screen. He unplugs his headphones so we're both able to hear the video as he shuffles through certain parts. I don't really know how to edit, but I do love watching other people edit. Turning raw footage into an entertaining video is a skill I would never be able to master.

I glance at his concentrated face after a silence had fell upon us. "Remember the first time you flew out to see me?" I question. Seán's mouth curls into a smile and he nods.

"I was so excited I thought I was going to piss myself on the plane."

"I still can't believe you threw up on my sister's couch," I recalled.

"I said I was sorry! I'm a small boy! It's not my fault whiskey catches up with me." I laugh and his cheeks turn pink. I turn my direction back to the video and recognize the part he's editing: Mark and I messing with him during his turn.

As Seán edits further into the clip, I realize how close Mark and I ended up getting. I watch as we drunkenly stare at each other, Mark's face flushed red. Us calling each other pretty is practically inaudible. Seán plugs his headphones back in, attempting to hear what was said. He shifts his position and shakes his head slightly, unplugging the headphones again. "Do you want this in?" he asks monotonously.

I shake my head. He proceeds to scrap that part, shifting again in his chair. I assume he had been editing for a while and was starting to get restless. "You should take a break," I suggest. He turns and faces me. His normally sparkling blue eyes look exhausted. "Wanna order pizza?"

"I thought you'd never ask," he smiled, standing from his chair and stretching.

"The usual?" I ask, pulling my phone out and following Seán into the living room.

"The usual," he replied, plopping himself onto the couch. I sat beside him, dialing the nearest Domino's. I ordered a large cheese and a large meat lovers. Whenever Seán and I are together, we order a large meat lovers and devour it in its entirety. We get a cheese for the day after.

Seán turns the TV on after I hang up and starts scrolling through channels. "Can we watch The Officeeee?" I plead, turning to face him. He sighs and looks at me with half closed eyes. I give him puppy eyes and clasp my hands together. I jut my lower lip out, trying to look as innocent as possible. "Pleaseeee?"

He rolls his eyes. "Fiiine." He switches the TV setting to Netflix and I cheer with joy. I've watched The Office about fourteen times over and Seán hates it. At least, he hates watching it with me.

Halfway through the twentieth episode of season three, one I specifically asked Seán to put on, Mark stumbles into the room. "Hey guys," he greets us, falling into the couch beside me.

"Hey, I ordered pizza. I got a meat lovers and a cheese," I told him, not averting my eyes from the screen.

"Sick."

We continue watching The Office until the delivery man rings our doorbell. I jump up from the couch, running to my room and grabbing my wallet. I pay the man and take the pizzas from his hand. We start devouring the pizza as soon as I place it down, not even bothering to retrieve plates.

We're nearly done with the pizza and the third episode of season four when Mark's phone goes off. He pulls it out of his pocket, examining it. "Holy shit!" he gasps. Seán and I turn our gaze to him, confused. "Holy shit, I can't believe it!"

"What is it?" I ask, swallowing a bite of pizza.

"This tweet!"