Bryon Douglas x Mark Jennings TWTTIN

Does growing up have to mean growing apart?

Bryon= bold    Mark= Slanted

Mark Jennings x Bryon Douglas

Does growing up have to mean growingapart?

no. Bryon wasn't going to accept that. He's known Mark for pretty much his whole life,and as he stood there, looking at the self-destructive boy in front of him, he knew he couldn't let anyone take him away. "..Bryon..? C'mon man, say something." Bryon came close to Mark, close enough to make out the details on his face. He's never really got this good of a look at Mark, freckles scattered along the bridge of his nose, dark blue eyes that had little details of purple outlining the pupil. He was beautiful...Bryons always acknowledge this but was never able to truly absorb it. "M&M...H-He's sick- well...he had a bad trip and- fuck Mark." Bryon inhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I didn't sell him anything. Bryon, think here man, this is me we're talking' bout- He must've gotten it from someone else!" Mark had a look on his face, Bryon couldn't quite place it though it looked similar to a panicked expression..desperate almost. "He's messed up, Mark.." Mark looked away for a second, then back at Bryon. "Yeah..?" "Yeah,"Bryon replied. Mark walked off after a second and sat on the couch,head in his hands. Bryon waited for Mark to say something- anything. Hed take anything at all, things got to quite. Eventually, Mark looked up, eyes rimmed with red- a look Bryon hardly sees on his friend. "..Mark?" Mark shook his head for a couple seconds,hands clasped together near his head with his elbows resting on his knees. "You ain't gonna say anything, r-right? I mean, you-fuck, you can't..!" Mark was starting to panic now, and frankly,it scared the hell out of Bryon. This is something he wasn't used to.Even in the hardest situations, Mark was calm. He was calm to the point that it was frighting. "I can. Jesus man, I should! M&M is messed up! He's in the hospital, and might never be the same again! Cathys freaking out, desperate for a solution! And now I'm in the position where I might have to rat out my best friend!"Bryon was raising his voice now, he was pissed. Though weirdly enough, Cathy wasn't his focus right now. He wasn't thinking about how upset she was. He was thinking about the minor in the hospital and ruining any history he ever had with the person he loved. It was all too much. "I wanted to help pay for things! Your mom and you have so much responsibility and do so much for me! I wanted to repay you guys, I can't live off you two forever! And with my police record, people won't hire me!" Mark stood up abruptly, red and stained from the tears and frustration. Bryon was starting to see red, worry and anger taking over and the next thing he knew, Mark was on the floor holding his now cut and bruising cheek. Mark looked shocked almost, they've play fought before and wrestled but neither of them ever snapped at the other like Bryon just did. "I want you to listen to me Mark, really listen." He knelt so he was at Marks level. "I'm not gonna turn you in-" A brief look crossed Mark's face, until- "But. ...If you ever pull something like this again, I'll knock your teeth out. Think of it as a love tap." Bryon tried to give a light smile, trying to soften the blow of the threat. "You're the one damn person who has always been there. I've known you too damn long and been so damn close with you for every moment of my life so far. I'm not willing to end what we have any time soon..." Mark swallowed the lump in his throat,breathing in a shaky breath and laying on the floor, with a sigh and nod of defeat. "Fuck man, I didn't mean for it to get like this.." Bryon nodded and sat down, pulling Mark up gently by his shirt, "..I know buddy...I know." He patted Mark's shoulder, and at some point or another- he didn't even realize for a bit- he had Mark in a hug, holding him close to his chest. They have never been this physically close together before- hell, Mark was practically on Bryon's lap. After a long while, Mark's breathing eventually calmed down and he was slack in Bryon's arms. He wasn't asleep, Bryon could tell, but he was relaxed now. Things were smoothing over. It got to quite for Bryon, so he ended up taking a risk and saying something he now realizes was quite a dangerous risk to take. "...I love you.." Mark didn't say anything for a bit, nor did he move...but eventually, he slid his hand into Bryon's hair, gripping it slightly- almost like it was a lifeline for the slipping boy- and said into the crook of Bryon's neck, "I love you too.."