(Mark's P.O.V.)

I open my eyes slowly, looking at the clock that's right across from me on my end table. 10:30AM. Nice. I actually got to sleep in...... Wait a second... I look behind me to see Jack, fast asleep, and honestly he is really fricken adorable. But he also has his arms around me. I have no clue whether he did it on purpose or in his sleep, but either way, I am not objecting. Ugh, I'm so tempted to stay here but I'm also REALLY hungry. Stupid hunger. Ugh. 

I sigh, looking at Jack again. He's almost right behind me and his head is in between the two pillows, not on the one I'm using but not on the other one either. He's so cute, I so want to kiss him right now. He'd never know. No one would ever know. But I decide against it, just in case he wakes up because then I'd be screwed. Instead I carefully get out of bed, reluctantly moving Jack's arms from around my waist, which just made me sad. I wanted him to hold me more but... Food. Food always wins. Damn you food. 

I walk out of the room, silently closing the door behind me. He looks so cute and peaceful, I don't want to wake him up. I walk to the kitchen and I make a simple breakfast of cereal with milk. I just eat in the kitchen quickly, which is normal for me. I'm a very quick eater. After finishing my cereal I put my bowl and spoon in the dishwasher and then I go back to the room. 

Once again I silently close the door, walking around carefully and quietly. I pick up my shirt from the floor and go to the closet, getting a clean shirt and a clean pair of jeans. Then I once again exit the room and I change in the bathroom along with brushing my hair, which is a pain cause my hair never wants to listen to me. Damn you hair. I'm damning a lot of things this morning, aren't I? First food, now hair, what's next? Probably a game of some sorts. 

After I'm done in the bathroom I walk back into the bedroom and I throw my pajama pants on the ground, cause, damn those too. I was wrong, it wasn't a game. It was my pajama pants. See, when I wake up I'm very antisocial and very eh and I get irritated quickly, hence all the damning. I'm awoken from my thoughts and brought back to reality by soft groaning. I turn to the bed to see Jack moving around. He sighs and opens his eyes, staring at the ceiling. 

"Morning." I say it softly. He turns and looks at me. 

"That's right. I came here last night." He says. I narrow my eyes. 

"You forgot?" I ask. He nods. 

"I was looking at the ceiling like "that doesn't look like my ceiling"." He says. I shake my head, chuckling. 

"That's too great." I say. He nods, just looking at me. "Are you going to get up?" I ask. He shakes his head. 

"Nope." He says simply. I smile. 

"It's almost eleven though." I say. With that his smile falls and he goes wide eyed. This just makes me laugh. "It's Saturday." I remind him before he jumps out of bed. His calm expression comes back. 

"Oh." Is all he says. Soon we're both laughing, just having fun with it all. Eventually we both calm down and Jack still refuses to move from his spot on the bed. I go and sit down, causing Jack to turn on his side, propping himself up with his elbow. "By the way, I meant to say "top of the mornin'" to ya." He says. I just chuckle. 

"That's adorable." I say. He hits my shoulder. 

"Stop calling me adorable. It's just how I say good mornin'." He says. I shake my head, just now realizing that I've called him adorable three times in the month and a half or so that we've been friends. Smooth Mark. Reeeaaal smooth. I also notice here that Jack has been shirtless this entire time. I point to his bare chest and he blushes. "Don't say a word." He says, turning to pick up his shirt. I refrain from saying anything, though I really want to say something, I hold my tongue. He sits up and puts his shirt on, laying back down again afterwards. "There." He says. I roll my eyes. 

"Alright, can I talk now?" I ask. Jack pretends to think about it, which makes me laugh. 

"Eh, why not?" He says then, smiling. I roll my eyes and then do I remember what happened when I woke up. 

"Jack I have a question for you." I say. He raises an eyebrow questionably. "Did you purposefully wrap your arms around me last night?" I ask and his cheeks go bright red, his eyes go wide. Again, adorableness. 

"N...No..." He says it so softly I barely heard it. I nod. 

"Okay, just wondering." I say. He buries his face in the pillow. 

"I'm sorry." I hear him say, though it's incredibly muffled thanks to Mr. Pillow. I chuckle. 

"Don't be. It just surprised me, that's all." I say. He moves his head to the side a bit so I can see his one eye. 

"I don't care. It's embarrassing." He says, hiding his face again. I roll my eyes, putting my hands on his shoulders and forcing him to sit up. Surprise, surprise, he's still blushing. This just makes him want to hide in the pillow even more. 

"Hey, hey, hey!" I say, trying to get him to look at me. Eventually he does and I momentarily lose my train of thought, caught staring into his eyes. I love his eyes. The beautiful ocean of blue I get lost in every time he looks at me. I snap back to reality. "Don't hide yourself. Whether you are blushing or crying or snapping it doesn't matter. Cause you are amazing just the way you are, emotion and all." I say. Jack smiles a bit but then closes his eyes, covering his face with his hands and chuckling. 

"But I fricken wrapped my arms around you, that's different." He says. I chuckle, shaking my head. 

"You're hopeless." Is all I say, making both of us laugh.