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jack was sitting in the little cafe by the coner taking nervous quick glances at his phone impatiently waiting for mark which he said he would be there at 2:30 its now 2:50. He was late as usual jack than chuckled to himself a more of a sad disappointment chuckle than anything.

*flashback*
Jack rubbed his tired eyes it was now 12 midnigt he checked his phone the phone light making it seem like the moon was shining through. and it just so happened there was a text from mark. mark: hey jackie can I talk to you about something real important meet me at the cafe down the street from you at 2:30 and I should be there by 😊
Jack: OK sure I will be there ttyt
jack was so excited he jumped into he felt like a child on Christmas eve and he excitedly waited for the new day to rise
*end flashback*
As jack remembered this here he was now going on 3 pm he felt his eyes swell with tears like a bucket of water. and now here he was crying just sitting there crying and doing nothing else all because mark was late he felt so pathetic and weak jack hated this. As the tears began to soke the napkin underneath his head. mark can rushing in panting like a dog because well he ran all the way here. "JACK JACK IM SO SORRY OMG" mark had yelled looking for jack. when he found him jack was already burst into tears and mark just hugged him in his warm tight presence jack felt this and started to smile a bit and hug the big man back. Jack rubbed his eyes as mark let go and sat across from hin. Jack began to panic that awful feeling set inside of him "m-mark im so sorry that I reacted this way i-" jack was cut off by mark kissing him his warm lips pressed against jacks soft ones like insync. mark stopped and lifted jacks head up. jack began to panic again and mask stopped him before jack started "I love you jack alright and everything will be OK now I'm here" mark smiled warmly and jack looked into marks chocolate eyes "i-i love you t-to" and with that they walked out of the cafe holding hands as they got to marks house.

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