(Mark's P.O.V.)

I just now got out of practice. You may be asking "practice for what". Well, I'm helping out a few friends of mine with some musicals. Projects that they started over the summer. They said I'm a good actor and a good singer, so they asked me to help. Of course I said yes. It's actually a lot of fun. 

The musical's are based off of the game Five Night at Freddy's. I'm in Nights one, two, four, and five. So all but the third night. We're only working on the first one now, doing the voice recording and practicing for filming. But because of this, it means that Wednesdays I stay at the school till 4:30. Jack, being the nice boyfriend he is, waits for me. But since I don't want spoilers, I force him to wait outside. 

So, right now, I'm just walking down the halls trying to find out where the hell the music classroom is. I've never been there, so I don't know how to get there. However, Jack texted me earlier and told me that was where he is. I tried texting him and asking where the room is but he hasn't answered, so I'm stuck just roaming the halls. And I can't ask anyone cause no one's around. No one stays after school this late and if anyone does they're in a club. So I'm out of luck, just roaming the halls... 

Wait. What's that? I whirl around, trying to figure out what the sound is and where it's coming from. And that's when I realize, it's music. Drums. Someone's playing the drum kit we have in the music room meaning... Follow the music and I'll find the music room! I smile, walking quickly down the halls. All the while I wonder who's playing. 

I mean, could it be Jack? I guess it's possible. But if it is, why did he not tell me he could play? I keep following the sound of the music, knowing that if it gets louder then I'm getting closer, and before I know it I'm standing right outside the music room. I still don't know who's playing, but Jack isn't out here so I'm assuming he's inside... I open the door quietly, walking in and shutting the door behind me. 

And sure enough I see a very familiar head of green hair, sitting with his back turned towards me, playing the drums. I smile. I was right, it is him. I don't exactly know what he's playing, if he's playing anything, but it's good. That's for sure. I just stand behind him, watching and listening to him play. A smile seems permanently glued to my face, and I can't help but wish that this would end so I can kiss him and tell him how talented and amazing he is. 

Eventually, he does finish playing, sighing afterwards. I, however, chuckle and clap. He visibly jumps and whirls around, horror on his face. 

"Mark? How long have you been here?" He asks, calming down slightly when he realizes it's just me. I shrug, walking up to him and helping him stand, putting my hands on his waist as he puts his hands around my neck. 

"A while. Why did you never tell me you played the drums?" I ask in return. Once again, Jack sighs. 

"I'm not that good, and I stopped playing once high school started." He says. I frown, not happy with his first comment. 

"Okay, one, you are amazing. And two, why'd you stop playing?" He shrugs, but I know he has an answer. Sure enough, he gives me one. 

"I was in a middle school rock band, playing drums. It was stupid really, but a lot of fun. Band broke up in 8th grade, and I guess I just... Wanted to put that life behind me. Saw the drums today though, and I thought I'd try playing again." He shrugs once more after finishing and I only nod in response. 

"That's fair." I say and he smiles. I smile back, kissing his nose before sighing in content. "You really are amazing." I breathe, and he giggles softly, making me chuckle. 

"Thank you. You're amazing too." He says, and I kiss him again as thanks but this time on the lips.

***

"Die." 

"Nope." 

"I said die." 

"And I said no!" 

"GOD DAMN YOU!" Jack yells, throwing his mouse on the ground as I once again beat him in 1v1 Overwatch. I chuckle, putting my hands behind my head and sighing. 

"I'm just to good darling." I say, smirking a bit. He was playing Reaper, and I was playing McCree, not by choice. I set up the custom game so it was mystery heroes 1v1, and by killing him one last time, I just capped the point and won the game. 

"I hate you sometimes Mark." He sighs, looking over at me. I smile, putting my laptop away. 

"I love you too." I say back, putting my backpack down and looking over at Jack. He's so perfect. Everything about him is perfect. Every feature, every detail, every quirk. Just... Everything. 

"Why're you staring at me?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. I just smile, walking up to him and putting my hand on his cheek, resting my forehead on his. 

"Because you're beautiful." I whisper. He chuckles softly, putting his hand on top of mine. 

"Thank you." He whispers back, softer than I, and kisses me. I kiss back, my eyelids slipping shut. He stands up, so it's easier for me to kiss him, and I find it getting a little bit more heated. My hands slip down from his face to travel down his torso. He slowly plays with my hair, smiling into the kiss. Before long I slip my hand under his shirt, running my hand along his back. 

That is, until he squeaks a bit and I pull away, frowning. He pulls my hand down, and I frown more as I realize what happened. I pressed to hard on one of the bruises on his back. One of the bruises he got from "falling down the stairs again". He pulls away from me, turning and sitting down at his desk again, sighing. I sit down on his bed, watching him. I know he won't want to talk about it. And sure enough, he turns to me with an obviously fake smile on his face. 

"So, you wanna do another round of Overwatch?"