Chapter 9

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Chapter 9 

Mark's POV

My eyes blinked open as I take a deep breath. My throat was dry so it sounded like I was gargling nails. I tried to sit up but was stopped when I felt something squeezing my waist rather tightly. I looked down, surprised to see that it was Aaron. My stomach and chest felt wet. I tugged at the collar of my shirt, but it was almost like it was stuck to my chest. I looked down to see how big the wet spot was. There was a big shape almost like a circle in between my chest and waist.  I followed a trail which lead to Aaron. I then noticed the distinct tear-streaks that were on his face.

"So dad wasn't lying..." I said quietly. I looked at the time. It said that it was 2 in the morning. So I lay back down. I moved my arm behind Aaron before I placed my hand on his side. I pulled the blankets up to his shoulder. I didn't really mind the cold.

I kinda just sat there thinking about random things, nothing really in particular. I jumped when I felt something small shake against my back. Using my left hand, I reach for the thing. It was Aaron's phone, and it had one new message.

"Hey, come open Mark's door. I decided to come early :p." It was from Bob. I looked at Aaron before I unlocked his phone to text Bob back. "Hey, it's Mark. Aaron is asleep right now so he can't open the door." I pressed send.  Almost a minute later I get a reply. "Ok, so why can't you come open the door, Mark? And why do you have Aaron's phone?" I chuckled slightly, taking a glance at Aaron before I started to type. "The thing is I can't get up because Aaron is holding me tightly in his sleep. Plus the door should be unlocked." I replied back.

A moment later Bob texted back. "XD I gotta see this." I chuckled again as I heard a door close quietly. I could hear his footsteps coming towards my room. Bob's head popped through the doorway, he tried to suppress a laugh as he walked into my room.

Bob and I jumped when Aaron suddenly jolted awake screaming, "Mark come back". Bob looked at me questioningly. I shrugged my shoulder slightly causing Aaron to jump.

"M-Mark?..." Aaron said quietly, he looked as if he was about to burst out crying.

"Yeah?" I asked quietly. I could see tears starting to roll down his face. "B-But... you... no... You died and I waited for an hour Mark, you was dead for an hour. I... I-I thought I lost you." Aaron said pulling himself into my chest. He buried his head into my chest.

I looked up at Bob only to see that he had gone pale. "What?" I asked him quietly. He pulled my computer chair towards my bed before he sat down. "Explain. And don't lie about anything, ok Mark?" He asked me. I sighed. "I can only tell you my part. Aaron will have to tell you the rest." He nodded understandingly. So I began to tell my side of the story. 

~Time Skip~

"..... Then a bright light blinded me, and I woke up to find out that my Dad was right... Aaron had been crying for me to come back. And that's when you texted Aaron." I said finishing my story. Bob nodded his head understandingly. "I'll ask Aaron if he can explain the rest for me." Bob said. "I want to listen to that too." I said. I looked down at Aaron as he clung to me slightly.

"Oh hey Bob, could you go get Aaron's stuff from the hotel he was staying at?" I asked Bob. "Do you know where he was staying at?" Bob asked. He got me there. I grabbed Aaron's phone and searched for anything related to his trip to America. Lucky there was a text confirming his registration at a nearby hotel. I handed Bob his phone so he could type the hotel into his phone to get the directions.

"Bob, you can stay here too, that is if you want to." I said as he started to get up. "Thanks Mark. I'm sleep on the couch and you can't change my mind." Bob said sternly knowing that I would have complained and told him to take my bed instead. I huffed a quiet ok as Bob walked out of my room. I felt like I was about to fall asleep as I heard the front door shut.

I took one last glance at Aaron before I felt sleep drag me under its suffocating but welcoming blankets of unknown wonder. 


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