Jack always liked feminine clothes, skirts, cute tights, baggy jumpers with shorts, the lot.
As you can probably guess he got bullied quite a bit, ignorant people not understanding why he dressed the way he is.
"Skirts aren't unisex!"
"What are you?!"
"Freak..."
Mark, on the other hand, wasn't like them. Mark was one of the nicest people you could meet. He was kind, understanding, and a gentleman.
When Jack first met Mark, it was under the stairs of their school.
And now, there is no way of pulling them apart.
- Inspired by @dantisepticpie
WARNING: I seriously hate this story. Read at your own risk. It CLEARLY gets better with each chapter, as my writing skill improved- but it starts with a disgusting cliche.
Looking back now, it seems silly. It seems silly to think that, after all the jokes, stares, and meaningful silences, we'd still only be friends. It seems silly to think that I'd tried so hard to go against the very thing I wanted. It seems silly to think that he and I couldn't see what the future held for us.
Mark and I, well it was only a matter of tempting fate.