Jack Woke Up, Seeing Mark Still Sleeping. The Small Male Groaned And Walked Downstairs, Feeling Hungry. Jack Grabbed A Burrito Out Of The Fridge, Making Slight Noises When He Walked Around. Mark Shot Up, Hearing Banging And Footsteps From Downstairs. "Is Someone In The House!?" He Whispered To Himself, Then Grabbing A Hairbrush. Mark Walked Downstairs, Then Seeing A Figure In The Kitchen. Mark Walked Up To The Figure And Conked Him On The Head, "OW!" Mark Gasped As He Heard The Person Yell, It Sounded.... Irish. "My God, Mark!" Jack Spun Around, Rubbing His Head. "Oh! Jack, I'm So Sorry!" Mark Said, Picking Up The Hairbrush. "But You Didn't Have To Hit Me On The Head With A HAIRBRUSH!" The Small Male Screamed. Mark Sighed, "What Are You Doing Down Here Anyway?" He Asked. "My Sleep Schedule Is Messed Up, Plus, I'm Hungry." Jack Yawned, Getting The Burrito From The Microwave And Unwrapping It. "You Cutie..." Mark Kissed The Irishman's Cheek While He Ate His Food. Jack Blushed And Threw The Wrapper Away, Hearing Back Upstairs. Mark Quickly Ran After Him And Picked Him Up, Making The Small Male Giggle And Yawn.