QOTD: what is your boyfriends real name?
AOTD: I'm not giving his last name but his first name is Matthew.
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~3rd person ~

"Everything okay dear?" Martha asked as she seen Mark walk down the stairs.

"Y-ya, Jack just isn't feeling well so, he's gonna stay upstairs and rest for a bit" Mark replied scratching the back of his head.

"If you don't want to tell me the truth that's fine, but don't lie to your mother. It will be the last thing you do" she said, giving Mark a glare.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Puh-lease Mark, you are my son. I can smell bullshit the minute you started talking" she chuckled as she put the remaining dishes in the sink.

"Go to him, no sense in coming down here when he probably wants you" she waved a dismissive hand.

With that Mark goes back upstairs to his shared room with some leftovers for Jack since he didn't get a chance to eat earlier. He entered the room and seen Jack laying on his side on the bed, facing away.

"Jack, I uh, brought you some food" said Mark, approaching his side.

"I'm not hungry" Jack mumbled, burying his head in the pillow.

"I know you're upset, it's totally okay to be..but you haven't eaten all day..and.."

"And what?" Jack snapped harshly.

"Nothing, can you j-"

"No, tell me. 'And' what?" He repeated, starting to get worked up.

"Nothing! Now would you just please e-"

"Say it!" He exclaimed.

"Oh for the love of- Is it a crime I want you to eat and take care of yourself Jack?! I know you had an eating disorder, so when you refuse food do I get worried? Hell ya I do!" Mark admitted.

"Well news flash, force feeding doesn't help matters!" He yelled bitterly.

Mark shook his head confused and irritatedly, "what has gotten into you lately?"

Jack only glared at him.

"I understand the family dinner thing made you extremely upset, and I'm truly sorry about that, but you've been so moody and distant for invalid reasons...Is it still about the party thing..?"

"No Mark, it's not. You're lucky I forgave you for that. But I thought the lies and secrets were over.." Jack said through gritted teeth.

Before Mark could make a comeback, Jack reached under his pillow and pulled out an old album, throwing it harshly like a frisbee to Mark.

Guilt and anxiety washed over Marks face as he immediately recognized the old torn album.

"Whatcha doing with that, huh?" Jack snarled, crossing his arms.

"I-..."

"I threw that away for a reason Mark. Why did you steal it from my old house when you clearly saw me throw it in the trash?" He asked, furrowing his brows.

"Uh...I-..." Mark stuttered, for whatever reason he couldn't seem to get words out.

"Spit it out!" Jack pressed.

"I don't know! I have no idea why I took it in the first place! I guess I just...wanted you to have something good to remember about your old life.." He admitted in a quieter voice.

"Good? Mark, the whole reason why I threw it away was because I didn't want to remember my old life! I want nothing to do with it! All those pictures in that book make me want to bang my head against the wall until I lose my memory" he cried.

"Not all pictures in here are bad, look" Mark held up one of the many pictures, it was a family photo.

"Everybody is smiling in this picture, even your mother and fath-"

"Haven't you seen a fake smile before? Clearly not. Right now, I want you to throw that meaningless shit away before I burn it" said Jack, throwing the covers back over his head.

Mark heavily sighed, getting up to go throw the photo album away downstairs.

"Oh, and Mark" Jack spoke.

Mark turned in the doorway looking toward him.

"Don't you ever talk about my father again, clear?" He said sourly.

"Crystal" he replied, rolling his eyes before leaving.

Is it a crime to be happy in this world? Was Jack's final thought before he drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.