Insanity

The Call

Chop.

Chop.

"Chica?" Mark shouted through the house for his dog, "Your dinner is ready!" The golden retriever bounded into the room and immediately started eating the dog food.

Mark himself, however, continued chopping the onions. Once he finished, he grabbed them all and dumped them in the soup, slowly cooking. He rubbed his eye and screamed. "SHIT! I FORGOT ABOUT THE PEPPERS! FUCKING DUMBASS!" He ran to the bathroom and washed his hands, crying. As Mark looked up at the mirror, he was confused.

Why the hell were his eyes red? I mean, his literal eye colour where as red as the hair on his head, and that wasn't because of the peppers. He blinked and they were back to the normal chocolate brown. He shrugged it off and cleaned up, calling for a large pizza. Why was he making soup then? For dinner tomorrow, idiot.

As he sat on the sofa, 2 hours later, sighing satisfied by the pizza, his phone started to ring. "Hello?" He asked into his mobile.

"Hey Mark!" A Swedish voice answered him. "Yo, Felix! Haven't spoken in ages!" "I know right! Right, do you mind going outside of your house for a sec?" Chica looked up at Mark. "Uhh, sure?" He stood up and walked over to the door, opened it...

"SURPRISE!!"

Two voices shouted at him, one was the voice on the phone, and the other was...

"Jack! Felix! What are you doing here!"
"We are taking you to my parents country house! Now you need to pack your bag, the plane leaves in 5 hours!"
Felix said.

"Wait, guys, you're just gonna fly over here, when you could have just called me to fly over to you, and expect me to come with you unexpectedly without even asking me if I have any time for this?" They both nodded and there was a short silence. "Of course!" They all jumped up and down.

But Mark just couldn't get those red eyes out of his head...