All The Things I'm Losing For You (Crankiplier)

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Mark's POV

  The ceiling was twisting and creating shapes. I hadn't realized how long I had been staring at it until I heard birds chirping. I push the curtain back a smidge and notice a blue tint to the dimly lit sky. If I had to guess it was around 4:30 or 5. 'Looks like sleep is out of the picture' I think to myself. I roll over onto my side and my stomach drops as I feel the edge of the bed. I quickly catch myself before fully rolling off. I now stared at the wall across the room. It was so empty and boring. I bring my eyes down to the bed that lined that wall. I could see Ethan's face, his mouth slightly agape and his chin tilted up. His hands were clasped underneath his cheek, smooshing it. I sigh. Why was I so quick to judge? This poor boy had endured hell and still had more confidence than every single one of my friends combined. I swing my legs out of the bed and slowly stand. The room had a small amount of light falling in from the pre-risen sun. I use the little light I was provided to stumble my way to the kitchen. I tug open the fridge doors with little effort only to realize it was pretty damn near empty. I grab the basically empty carton of eggs and slide them on the counter. 'Wouldnt be suprised if this was all we had.' I shake my head. 'I could make toast too I guess.' After a rough night I figure that Ethan wouldnt want to think about what happened first thing in the morning. If I start breakfast now then maybe I could have it ready right before sunrise and we could watch it from the balcony.

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Ethan's POV

  I gasp, grabbing at my sheets while flying up from a dead sleep. I hear footsteps hurriedly making their way closer.
    "What happened?!" Mark runs in from the kitchen.
   My nose is immediately assaulted by the smell of burnt.
   "What happened to me, what happened in here?" My voice cracks the whole way through.
   "BEKFAST!" He giggles. Jesus Christ.
  I go to throw my head back onto my pillow, but my depth perception was clearly a little off. I hulk smash my head into the head board causing an instant headache. Mark gasps and next thing I know I'm being smothered in the smell of sweat. Which to be clear, was worse than the headache. I start wiggling away and pushing Mark off of me. He backs away confused.
   "I'm sorry- did I- I dont- I didnt-"
   "You didnt do anything wrong, you just need to shower," I laugh.
   "You see I would, but I have plans."
   "Trust me, you would be doing your plans a favor. I'm saving someone's life right now."
   "Sorry to burst your bubble, but you are my plans"
   "We are going to eat the delicious breakfast I made and watch the sun rise!"
  I refrain from making the most disgusted face possible. He then runs into the kitchen and brings out two plates with eggs and toast, both a little charred. But he tried so hard...
   "Oh, and then we are going to the grocery store!" He demands.
   "And while we eat, you are gonna tell me about your dream!"
   "Before we go shopping, you NEED to get your ass in the damn shower!"
  We both laugh and walk onto the balcony. We didnt have much furniture so we just wrapped ourselves in blankets and sat on the concrete. The sun rise was astonishing. Purples, pinks, yellows, oranges, it truly looked like a painting. I managed to eat half of my breakfast, but couldn't force anymore down.
   "So, what had you so startled?" He questioned after a few moments of silence.
   "Dakota..." I sigh.
   "That's all I needed to know, that discussion is over," he said
   "Well then... what now?"
   "To the store?"
   "Ah, ah, ah, to the shower for you!"
   
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  Mark and I arrive home with a boatload of groceries for the week. We had a fun time picking out different snacks together, and I really felt like we were becoming friends. But that night I couldn't help but wonder why he was so friendly all of the sudden. Maybe he is just acting to make his life easier. Or he pittys me.

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  I walk into 3rd period the next morning, my favorite class of the day. It was my art class with Finley. Never thought I'd say it, but I was looking forward to seeing Mark too. Yeah, he was in my art class, though he isnt great... I walk in and sit down next to Finley who had already picked out a spot for today. Just before the bell rings I'm startled by a pair of hands on my shoulders.
   "BOO!" Mark shouts before taking the seat on the other side of me.
   "I almost shat myself!" I whisper yell. Finley looks at me unimpressed, then at mark with a glint of anger in his eyes. The entire class consisted of Mark struggling and begging me and Finley for help, while Finley kept quiet and to himself. This wasnt like him at all. The bell rings and I walk out behind Finley and grab his hood.
   "What the hell man?!" he turns to me pissed.
   "Sorry- I- I thought it would be funny..."
   "Well, I'm not laughing,"
  I can feel my face drop. He is mad, and at me. This has never happened. What do I do. I'm gonna cry.
   "Fin... why are you mad?"
   "Sometimes you are so blind!" He rolls his eyes.
   "You make bad decisions and I cant even help you cause I know you wont listen to me!" He raises his voice.
  I back away feeling so small. This was so different, yet so familiar. I feel tears burning my eyes. Then, I can see him loosen up and look at the floor.
   "Look, I have to go" he says avoiding my eyes. Then, just like that, he was gone.

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Mark's POV

  I was making my way to lunch when I hear someone calling my name. I turn around and see one other person in the hall walking towards me.
   "Hey... Finley, right?" I smile.
   "Oh cut the B.S Mark!" He scoffs.
   "I- wha-?"
   "Listen, you need to keep your grubby hands away from my- friend"
   "Ethan?"
   "Don't act like you dont know! I know your intentions."
   "Really? Inform me cause I didn't even know I had intentions!" I snap realizing I wasnt gonna take this from some wimp.
   "You're a horny guy who wants to experiment, but Ethan is an amazing human being who deserves someone who actually cares about him."
   "I would never- I- You dont even know me!?" I stumble over my words out of pure rage. I was angry that he thought of me like that, and that he thinks I would treat Ethan like that.
   "I know your type"
   "I have a girlfriend who I love very much I'll have you know!"
   "And if you are so great, why dont you go marry him or something if you care that much!" I add.
   "I- just, stay away from him!"
  I don't know why I was so angry, but I could contain it. I socked him right in the face. I immediately knew I fucked up and stormed out without a word.

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I lay on my bed scrolling mindlessly through instagram sending memes to Kendall. I hear the door slam and I knew exactly why. I braced myself for what was about to come.
   "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?" Ethan yells.
   "Listen, I know I messed up-"
   "Messed up? MESSED UP? You punched my bestfriend in the face!"
   "Ethan I-"
   "You are so confusing, God DAMN IT! Are we friends or do you hate my guts?"
   "We are friends!"
   "Friends dont punch their friends friends!"
   "Look, I'm sorry~!" I plead.
  He slams his head down onto his bed and kneels, letting out a frustrated groan into his pillow.
   "I don't care if you are 'sorry'" his voice cracks.
   "Hey, hey, hey... what's wrong?" I asks noticing his shoulders start to shake. He was crying.
   "I hate today! Finley is mad and I dont know why, and you just made it so much worse!" He sobs.
  It was my fault. I made him cry. Just like almost every other time. I stand to go comfort him, but get interrupted by a knock at the door.
   "If its Chris tell him I'm not in the mood to be beaten to death!" Ethan cries. I open the door and the girl at the door opens her mouth to speak, but pushes past me and runs to Ethan.
   "Ethan?! What happened?" She speaks softly, stroking his back.
   "Why does Finley hate me all of the sudden, Danica?" Ethan mumbles.
   "No, he would never-"
   "Dont say that, because he does!" Ethan snaps.
   "Listen, I'll go talk to him, okay?" She speaks and Ethan just nods. She stands up and walks to the doorway that I am standing in.
   "Pardon me, I have business to attend to!" She glares at me.
  Why do all of his friends hate me?

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