"Dork!" Jack Heard Someone Say. "Dweeb!" He Heard Another Person, "Nerd!" Jack Kept Hearing People Make Fun If Him And His Looks, They Even Made Fun Of Him If He Wore His Glasses. Jack Curled Up Into A Ball, Crying Softly.
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Jack Woke Up, Sighing.
"I Have The Same Dreams Every Time..." He Mumbled, Then Getting Up. "Mark?" The Small Male Called As He Walked Down The Steps. Mark Brushed His Red Hair Out Of His Eyes And Walked Towards Jack, Placing His Hands On Jack's Slender Hips. Jack Gasped Sharply, Mark Laughed And Spun Him Around, Leaning In For A Quick Peck On The Lips. Jack Blushed,
"I've Been Having The Same Dream Again, Mark..." He Explained. Mark Sighed,
"I Know, I Know. People Call You Names, You Start Crying. It's Okay, Jack." Jack Smiled, While The Older Male Leaned In.
"You're So Adorable..." Mark Whispered,
"What Did You Say?!" The Small Male Stuttered,
"You're Adorable." Mark Placed His Hand On Jack's Shoulder As His Other Hand Grabbed Jack's. Mark Smiled,
"You're So Adorable, That I Might Even Faint At The Sight Of You!"  He Teased.
"Mark!" Jack Giggled,
"You're Eyes Are Like Diamonds, Everyone Would Stop And Look At Them!" Mark Swung The Small Male Around.
"Mark!" Jack Blushed Lightly,
"And You Have The Cutest, Softest, Little Tushie!" Mark Laughed. Jack Blushed A Red Color,
"Don't Ye Be Talking About My Butt!" He Squealed. "But It's Soft And Cute!" The Older One Joked, Placing A Hand On Jack's Behind.
"Mark!" The Irishman Yelled, Mark Rubbed His Backside.
"So Soft...." He Whispered, Jack Blushed While Mark Pulled Away.
"Come On, Let's Sit Down. You've Had Too Many Naps!" Mark Said, Laughing.