|Third Person|

He lies tonight underneath the caving roof and he cries tonight wondering what he can do and he tries tonight remembering who he once knew, they've died, inside, another empty bottle takes a life.

Sean sighed, staring out the rain drop covered window that separated him from the outside world. It was currently midnight and he'd been going threw a lot lately, especially after him and Mark fought. His phone lit up in his darkened gloomy room, it seemed to be the only source of light at the moment. He grabbed it and looked at the first text Mark had sent him since the fight.

Mark; It scares me how easy Its became to fight. That's not the way I want to end this night, Sean. Please call or text back.

Sean was shocked, Mark had called and texted him but he didn't notice it. Sean teared up and quickly replied.

Jackaboy; Sometimes I think it's better to never ask why..

Mark; Then break that rule, Sean...And tell me why...why do you love me? Why did you gain feelings for someone who's supposed to be just a friend?

Jackaboy; Who wouldn't fall for you? Your sense of humour is funny and sweet, you care about your fans, friends and family, you seem like you have the whole world in your hands...

Mark; But I don't want the world in my hands, Sean. I don't want to feel spoiled or special. In all honesty I want your heart in my hands. I want to love and comfort you when your down, I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life. I don't care how loud you are, I don't care about your imperfections, I care about YOU not your looks or anything.

Sean smiled, a light blush apparent on his cheeks.

"I love you, Sean" A deep familiar deep voice was heard as muscular toned arms wrapped around Sean's waist in a comforting and lovable manner.

"Please, Sean. Let's forget about the world and worry about what comes first"

"Our Love"