*Monday Night*

(Jack's P.O.V.)

"I'm hungry." I say simply, making Mark laugh. He shrugs his shoulders a bit, thinking of something we can eat that's in the food category.

"Uh... We can order Chinese." He says. I just shrug in response.

"Sure." I say, and so Mark goes and picks up the phone, quickly dialing the nearest Chinese place. He orders our food, and then we sit back and watch some YouTube, cause why not? 

It takes a while, around thirty minutes, but soon the Chinese food is here. It's nothing special, both Mark and I got the same thing. Chicken Lo Mein. I also grab a couple fortune cookies. Cause, fortune cookies are yummy! Mark and I sit down with the food and chopsticks, and then we eat. Well... Mark eats. I try to eat. Emphasis on try. The damn chopsticks make it to hard and I can't pick up a single thing. 

I start poking the food, practically glowing with anger. Then the poking turns into prodding and then the prodding turns into stabbing. Mark looks over at me, food within the chopsticks, and chuckles nervously.

"Maybe we should just get some pizza instead... Haha..." He says, and watches as I start quietly swearing at my food.

So then we got pizza.

A/N: Haha! Sorry for teasing you guys like this. I just wanted to do a short little chapter and make it seem like I didn't drop off the edge of the universe.  I'm still here! Just... You know... Writing on my laptop first... So yeah! By the way, here's the picture that inspired this chapter!

It's by @mrsenglandlover on Drawcast! Go to drawcast.com/3175 to check out her profile! Anyways, talk to you guys later! =D <3