Mark's POV I woke up and my phone had 45 messages and 13 missed calls. UGH. I unlocked my phone to see my home screen, a silly photo of Jack.
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I clicked on the text app and they were mostly from my brother. (10:30) ~4 missed calls~ T: When r u coming home? (11:15) T: It late, u okay? (11:55) T: You good bro? ~6 missed calls~ (12:45) T: In worried, Please text me. T: Hello? Mark? T: Mark? Come on man! T: Jesus, Pick up the phone! T: Mark, Imma kill you. T: Answer me dammit. (12:46) T: Mark, I swear, I'm so pissed off rn. T: Please answer me! T: Bob called your home phone. Said you weren't answering your cell. T: He said it was urgent. That's why he called so late at night. T: Answer me. T: Hello?? (1:21) T: Text ya in the morning. (6:45) T: Hello? Gonna answer yet? (6:59) T: Course not. Text me please Mark. M: I'm fine. I was asleep. Like a normal person when it's that late. T: Where are you asleep at? M: Where did all this worry come from? T: Your my brother, I always worry. Where are you? M: I'm somewhere. I'll be home today. T: When? M: Eh...Idk Bye. T: Fine. I closed out of his texts and clicked on Bob. ~1 missed call~ B: Hey, I tried calling...it's really important...Um...Call me?
