Jack's POV
I stepped out of the cab and paid the driver. Nervousness filled me as I stepped onto his front porch. Trembling, I knocked.
A slight shuffle was heard. The door opened. Mark stepped out. "Sean..." he whispered. I looked up at him. "Hi Mar- Oh!" I said, but was cut off with a hug.
Mark wrapped his arms around my waist. I blushed. "I'm happy to see you too Mark, haha." I said. He only hugged me tighter.
Hmm? I smell something. I breathed in again. It was Mark. A faint scent of sweet vanilla and cinnamon, clung to his body. This aroma... it's oddly familiar.
I froze. I happened so fast.
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A young boy with black hair and glasses, hugging another boy with brown hair, who's face was buried deep in the other's chest.
Wait... Is that M-?!
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"....Are you okay?" Mark asked. The images disappeared as quickly as the came. I snapped out of my trance. What... was that? "Y-yeah... I'm fine." I assured him. "Let's go inside." I said, changing the subject.
~*Time Skip*~
Mark's POV
Jack's been acting a bit weird. He's been zoning out a lot. He hasn't mentioned the Skype call yet. Ugh, he probably thinks I'm crazy.
I sighed and looked over to Jack. We were watching a movie on the couch. It was no surprise that half-way through, he was fast asleep on the couch, curled up like a kitten. I chuckled. Probably jet lag.
He looked so... innocent, and sweet. I sighed, it reminded me of when we were kids.
I blushed, I had had a little crush on him back then. I slowly stroked his cheek with the back of my hand and smiled. I hope he remembers me soon....
