Two bros and The Internet

•Chapter 25•

[Mark's POV]

Next thing I knew, my face was flushed with one drop after another of rain. It was refreshing, and I knew that if I cried, maybe Sean wouldn't notice.

"Just like back home." He says positively, holding his hand up to the rain and smiling sweetly.

"So? What are you waiting for? Embrace it!" I shouted and grabbed his hand. He seemed to be caught a bit off guard by this, as he lost his balance a bit and stumbled forward. He seemed to catch himself and keep pace with me as we sprinted through the fields which were getting increasingly muddy by the second.

"Mark-- y- you're too fast!!!" He pants, trying to keep pace with me.

"You won't be saying that tonight!"  I yell while smirking and speed up.

"Ferk off!!!" He practically screams.

-Time skip-

We arrived back home, soggy, muddy and sweaty.

"We are never, EVER doin' that again Mark. Do you hear me? EVER!!" Sean states in anguish.

"Hmm, how much icecream will it take to tempt you to do it again?" I grimace.

"2 pints." He scowls in response and begins taking his coat off.

"Only 2 pints? Damn, you are easier than I imagined." I grin.

We went upstairs to our room. Now that Sean was living here - may I add, kind of illegally (but nobody cares sooooo) - we decided we would share a room. I mean, what kind of couples don't share a room? Well, I'm sure a few do but that's not the point!! Sean walked into the bathroom and decided to take a shower. Meanwhile, I stripped down and got into a black pair of Warfstache pyjama bottoms.

"Hey, Markimoo." He says and drops himself onto the end of the bed.

"Hey, my lil' leprichaun."

"Mark, why are you already in your pyjamas? It's like 5 pm, we weren't even out that long." Sean laughs.

"I dunno. They're comfy, and I don't need to record." I reply nonchalantly.

"Suit yourself."

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[Sean's POV]

Mark suggested we have a lunch/dinner kind of thing as we were both hungry.

"How does salad sound?" He asks, looking through his fridge.

"Booorrringggg."

"Omelette?"

"Boringgggg!!"

"Pancakes???"

"Hmm...."

"WAFFLES AND ICECREAM for Christ sake," Mark shouts.

"Now yer ferking talking!" I grin.

"Okie dokie."

-Waffle time boiiii-

I was sat on the sofa watching South Park when a plate of highly stacked waffles was greatly sent down from the heavens by an angel himself. My mouth drooled just by staring at them.

"WAFFLES!"

"Helll yeahhh!!" He replies.

I dig into them immediately, practically swallowing them whole until I get icecream clotted in my throat. My eyes bulge, my face grows even paler.

"Sean.?" I hear faintly as my vision clouds.

"Sean!! Sean can you hear me??!!"

Then all I saw was total darkness.

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Hey guys and gals, sorry for the lateness of my recent chapters. I'm really getting distracted and can't remember most days to upload. I won't be uploading for about a week, but I'll try keep a steady schedule. Sorry again, but if you like my chapters, punch that vote button in the face LIKE A BOSS, thank you all for reading, and, as always, I'll see YOU, in the next chapter. Bu-Bye!