Ethan's pov
I wake up in Mark's Jacket. I'm never taking it off. FUCK IT'S 9AM! I'm gonna be late! No time to double check I run out the door jump into my pants. "Where you going racecar?" "Mark? What are you still here for?" "It's Saturday." Oh. "Nevermind" "Want a peanu- Want a jelly sandwich?" Would he miss me if I died? "Just bread is okay!" I say chuckling.
Mark's pov
I throw the bread on a plate and hand it to Ethan "Just this?" "I'm that not hungry." He puts a corner of the bread in his mouth and hugs me. "Owies scratch scratch!" "Sorry baby forgot I had this thing!" He looks like he's distanced. Not here. "Baby?" "Yeah?" "You okay?" He takes another bite and nods his head. "Fucking bread"
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Alone
RandomEthan feels afraid after leaving abusive parents. He thinks nobody is there, until he found mark. Will Mark be who Ethan needs? or will he fall short? (Story cover by me)
