I have done a couple important edits around Chapter 2 on August 12, 2016 so check it out if you haven't. Updates might be slow because my pet rat just passed away on August 10th, I'm really sad about it. She got a cancerous tumor in the side of her stomach and it killed her. She didn't die in pain but she was just sick. I'm not really on Wattpad because I'm vacation anyway, so this might make it even less time on. I'm sorry, but I'll be on more often once I'm not as upset...

~ Dusty

Jack's P.O.V.

I took out my phone when I got home from Mark's house. We seemed to have bonded, just a little. I wouldn't admit it, but I was in love with everything about Mark. His cherry red hair, his diehard laugh, his chocolate eyes, his strong build, I felt as if he was crafted by a God. I sighed, reading his text.

Markimoo❤️: Night Jackaboy

Jackaboy: Night Markimoo. I love you. 😁

Markimoo❤️: Shut up you gay dick 😆

Jackaboy: 😥

Markimoo❤️: Night

Jackaboy: Night

I giggled at my name for Mark. I rolled over in my bed and thought about Mark. My mind thought about my dream I had the other night. I felt myself start to blush. I drifted off to sleep slowly. I woke up in a few hours. Molly had blown up my text messages.

Molly: Jack?

Molly: Jack this is important.

Molly: JACK!

Molly: JACK!!!!!! MARK IS IN THE HOSPITAL! He has a FUCKING TUMOR!

Jack: I'm coming now.

I flew off the bed and hopped into my beat up Mustang. I drove 5 minutes down the road and shot out of the car.

A/N: Fun fact, my mom had a brain tumor.

" Fuck..." I muttered as I saw Molly crying in the waiting room.

Wade had his back pressed against the wall and his head hunched down. I grabbed Molly into a huge hug and tried to soothe her.

" Holy shit is he okay?" I breathed.

" I... don't... know..." she heaved in between sobs.

Who I assumed were Mark's parents sat anxiously in the corner of the hospital.

" Mark may have one visitor." a stoned looking nurse muttered. Mark's parents looked at Molly who turned to me. She shoved me in the room.

" Wait!" I exclaimed as the door was shut behind me.

Mark sat on the bed, he seem extremely groggy and drowsy.

" Mark?" I whispered, my Irish tongue rolling his beautiful name.

" Hey Jack." he muttered with a small and feeble wave.

I crouched by his bedside and touched his fluffy red hair.

" I always wanted to to that." I giggled.

Mark smiled at me. Our faces were inches apart. I could smell his fresh mint breath as he closed the gap between us. I melted in his touch, summiting myself to his strong body. I still kissed him back, but it felt like I was floating. I felt my face heat up. He pulled away.

" Wow." I muttered.

I saw Mark smile softly. A loud beep filled the room.

" MARK!" I screamed.

A nurse had to drag my limp body from the room.

" MARK! Mark..." I sobbed.

Molly saw my face  and it was her turn to hug me.

" Christ Jack, it'll be okay." she whispered.

" HIS HEART STOPPED!" I shrieked, my sobs thickening.

Molly started to cry into my shoulder. We just sat in a hug of tears and sobs.

" Not trying to be rude," Molly started to say threw tears, " But, what happened in there to make you care so much about him, you used to hate him."

I felt my face heat up.

" Uh, um... well." I started to ramble, " We sorta, I dunno, kinda, kissed."

I muttered that last part. Molly's jaw slacked.

" I'm so sorry for you Jack, oh my lord, you love him and..." she stuttered.

My sobs thickened. I was a sixteen year old man loosing it in public. I don't think I have ever cried harder than I have that day except for when... I didn't want to think about that. We sat in the waiting room for a total time of one and a half minutes, but yet it felt like a lifetime. The same nurse came out.

" Matt has been put on life support." she slurred.

Matt? Seriously? I felt my jaw drop.

" Jesus..." I muttered.

" He can be seen by all of you, just he is unconscious." she stated.

I flew out of my seat. I saw Mark with a tube in his throat and his limp body. So perfect, yet so broken.

" Don't die on me Mark. I love you." I thought to myself.

FANGIRL FANGIRL FANFANFANGIRRRRRLLLLLLIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGG! First kiss when Mark is sick! Perfect moment! * dies * Well. It's starting to unfold. The Septiplier. YAS!
~ Dusty