3k readers? Whoa... that's huge! (that's what she said). But in all seriousness, thank you so much guys! I'm not best when it comes to word but I really appreciate you reading my story <3 Anyways, let's go back to the story, shall we?

3rd Person's POV

"Jack would never do such a thing... would he? I mean, I know he's a rebel and all but I would never thought that he'll slap a woman..." Mark said his thoughts out loud, running his finger through his fluffy yet messy hair.

The constant thinking that he's been doing is driving him insane... and it has been a week. He couldn't get that much sleep either. Everything is a mess...

"I just wish things could change..."

Knock knock knock

"Great, who is it now?" Mark grunted, standing up from the couch. "I hope it's not one of Jenifer's friend... They're pretty annoying to be honest." He then walk towards the door, opening it up. As the wooden door swung open, Mark eyes widened, seeing a figure that he once (and still) love so much.

"Jack...? What the hell are you doing here?!" Mark said, almost shouting.

"Always being the straight-forward guy huh? You never really changed Mark." Jack smiled weakly, still panting because of how long he has been running from the café (after all, it's pretty far away).

"Jack, you're not... welcome here. You should leave." Mark muttered, closing the door but was stopped by Jack who slid his foot just in time.

"Mark, just let me explain. Please... just this once." Jack whimpers, almost begging.

Mark sighs as he opens the door and looked around, making sure that Jenifer wasn't around to see him here. "Alright... I'll listen to you." He said, crossing his arms.

Jack blue eyes widened in excitement as he grin, shoving his hands into his pocket. "Mark, you won't regret this I assure you."

"I'll be the judge of that." He replied in a rather joking tone.

Jack rolled his eyes, still looking for his phone. As his hand grope the phone, his grin became wider, pulling it out. "I recorded something quite important..."

"Hem?" Mark hummed, curiosity fled over him.

Jack shuffle through his app, finally finding the voice-record that he needed. He quickly pressed play and let the sound of Jenifer's voice taking over the empty hallway.

"...He's soooo naïve!..."

"...So now he's living with me and abandon that stupid Irish freak!..."

"...I can't believe he'll fall to a trap as easy as this... What an idiot..."

"...At the end of the day, he'll be with me anyways, it's just a matter of time..."

As the record finished itself, Mark stood there silently, trying to process everything that he just heard. Jack on the other hand watches his friend's facial expression from the start; from curious, to shocked, angry, and even sad. After a while, Mark then pulls the green-haired men into a long, tight, bear hug, sobbing quietly as his lips whimper about how sorry and stupid he is.

Jack smiled as he sank his face into Mark's warm chest, whispering nothing but sweet words. He then spoke softly, "It's okay, I'm still here for you no matter what."

Mark pulled away from the hug and look into Jack's eyes, smiling with a single drop of tear falling from his warm brown eyes.

"Hey, don't cry... It's not your fault." Jack purred, wiping the tear from the older man's eye.

"It is." He choked, trying to get words out of his empty throat. "I was a fool... And you don't deserve this, not even a bit. I'm so sorry Jack..."

Jack huffed softly, gently cupped Marks face, leaning for a sweet, tender kiss on the lips that both missed so much. Mark slowly wrapped his hand around Jack as the other man tugging his fluffy hair softly. After a kiss that felt like forever, they pulled away, gasping for air.

"Haven't done that in a while..." Jack chuckled. "And no, it's not your fault. It's her fault. Now do you see what I've been trying to tell you all this time?"

Mark looked away, feeling ashamed as he nodded softly. "I-I'm sorry that I ignored what you've said..."

"It's okay, I'm just glad that you're back into my arms, ya doof." Jack grinned, punching the older man's shoulder lightly. Mark chuckled, rubbing his shoulder.

"Whatever, loser."

"Hey, you're the loser here. I thought we agreed on this!" Jack pouted playfully, making Mark chuckled even more louder.

"Dream on, dweeb." He laughed, giving a tongue out.

"Oh it's on, fucker." Jack roared as a crooked smile plastered on his face. "But before that, can we leave this dump? I can't stand being here for too long."

Mark nodded, running back inside. "Just give me a second, I'll grab my stuff inside."

"Jesus Christ Mark, how can you live here for like a week? You could've stayed at Bob and Wade's dorm for god-sake." Jack shouted from the door as he lean onto it, refusing to come in.

"Well," Mark said, taking his wallet from the couch. "I didn't want to bother them and I... you know, kinda promised her back then that I would protect her."

"From me?" Jack asked bluntly.

"Yeah, sorry..."

Jack shrugs, smiling softly. "It's okay, I see where you're coming from."

"Got it all." Mark huffed, clutching his belongings.

"Okay then, lets go home!—" "Wait!"

Mark pulled Jack back, preventing them from going. His brows drew together as he bit his lower lips, obviously showing worriedness. "What's wrong?" Jack asked calmly, only to be answered with a shrug.

"What about Jenifer?"

Jack sighed as he rolled his eyes. "Here we go again."

"No, hear me out." Mark paused, trying to form the perfect sentence to describe what he was thinking. "She'll eventually finds out that I'm gone right?"

"So? Who gives a shit?" Jack snorted.

"You didn't let me finished." Mark sigh, rolling his eyes. "And, we're still in the same class for the next semester. I can't avoid her; you know how possessive she is. She won't let me go."

Jacks became silent, trying to figure out an idea. "Then... I guess we need to fight her back and I got the perfect idea. But you have to trust me on this one."

Mark sighed, crossing his arms once more. "Can you at least tell me what the idea is?"

"Aw c'mon Mark! I want it to be spontaneous and fun!" The younger man grinned, feeling rather excited.

"Really? How old are you, twelve?" Mark answered, quoting Jack, which made him pout once more.

"Ha ha, real funny, asshole. But in all seriousness, all you need to do is this." Jack leaned towards Marks ears, whispering the things that he needed to do to make whatever Jack is planning to do work.

Marks brows furrowed, feeling a bit confused and surprised. "Really, only that?"

"Yeah," Jack smiled, nodding. "And I'll do the rest. Now, let's leave."