Mark
I tapped my fingers on my desk. He promised a Skype call. Alright, I'm over reacting. I grabbed my phone and texted him.
Mark: u there?
Mark: can we Skype
Mark: ughhhhhh
I bit my nails and got up from my chair. I grabbed my charger and plugged up my phone. My Skype call rang. I jumped and answered.
"Hey Mark." "Hey Jackaboy."
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Help, I'm Terrified
FanfictionHe's alone, crying, starving to death, sick, aching in every part of his body. He ignored the messages on Twitter and the texts and calls from his friends. He finally got the nerve to answer his best friend. "Jack, are you ok?" "I'm not ok, Mark...
