"JAAAAACK!!!" Mark screamed from the living room.

"WHAT DICKHEAD?!" JACK shrieked in reply from the bedroom.

"MAKE ME POPCORN STICK DICK!" Mark insulted, wanting a snack.

"MAKE IT YOURSELF YOU LAZY ASS!" Jack retorted, trying to watch Attack On Titan in the couple's bed.

"NO! IF I WAS GOING TO MAKE IT MYSELF, WOULD I BE ASKING YOU TO DO IT?!" Mark questioned, and in my opinion, was being quite lazy. (YES I DID JUST BREAK THE FOURTH WALL!!! FITE ME ABOUT IT!)

"OI!!! YOU ARE A PAIN IN MY BEAUTIFUL ASS!" Jack insulted, trying to get on his boyfriend's nerves.

"FUNNY YOU SAY THAT! 'CAUSE YO ASS IS FLATTER THAN A WALL!!" Mark retorted, being quite a pain.

"OH NOW IT'S ON!!!" The green haired man challenged, charging out of the bedroom armed with a pillow. As Jack approached the couch, he began to playfully beat the shit out of his boyfriend. Mark grabbed the pillow he was laying on and fought back while yelling repeatedly "FIGHT ME THEN!"

After about five minutes of beating the shit out of each other with pillows, Mark screamed "OH YEEEAAHH DADDY!!!" He rolled on top of Jack and continued playfully hitting his boyfriend with the pillow. Matt walked in the door, looking quite confused by what he probably just heard and what he was seeing. "Mark did you just-? Did I just-? What is going on here?!"

Jack took the liberty of explaining what happened. "Mark was being a lazy little bitch, then insulted my ass, so we had a pillow fight." Mark gasped dramatically, as if what Jack said was a complete lie, which, if you weren't paying attention, it wasn't.

"EXCUSE ME, SIR! But you were being the little bitch and hit me with a pillow!" Mark yelled, playfully slapping Jack's cheek.

"You yelled at me to make you popcorn! You were closer to the kitchen than I was!" Jack responded, quite annoyed. What they didn't know was that Matt was long gone, and that they were explaining themselves to no one. By the time they noticed, they had been screaming at each other for about three minutes.

"YOU DON'T JUST ATTACK PEO- Matt?" Mark was interrupted by his realization that Matt had left. Jack slapped Mark in the face with one of the pillows left on the floor lightly. "Carry me to the room for cuddles!" Jack demanded. Mark obliged, not wanting more drama. Mark picked Jack up in his arms bridal style into the bedroom. Mark set Jack down on the bed, gently punching him in the shoulder.

"What was that for?" Jack asked, giving Mark the sad puppy eyes.

Mark replied with almost no emotion, "You left the TV on, pencil dick." Jack rolled around on the empty bed, acting like the crazy person that he was. He accidentally rolled too far, falling off the bed, grabbing at pillows. Mark walked around to the side of the bed Jack fell off of to see him curled up in a ball, clutching the pillow. Mark kneeled down, and began to stroke Jack's hair. All of a sudden, Mark was pushed back and was being beaten with a pillow.

"HAHA SUCKER!!" Jack laughed in Mark's face. Mark covered his face, yelling "NO FAIR I'M UNARMED!" Jack was relentless, and wanted revenge for Mark yelling "OH YEEEAAHH DADDY," so he continued to beat the crap out of Mark. But suddenly, the pillow broke, and feathers flew everywhere, making a big mess.

"MY PILLOW!" Mark screamed, making a pouty face. Jack hugged Mark, asking "Can I make it up to you?"

"How?" Mark replied, curious to know what his boyfriend had to say.

"Can I buy you a new pillow?" Asked Jack, sounding very sincere.

"Yes you can, dickhead, yes you can," Mark said, accepting Jack's offer. Mark cuddled up to Jack, snaking an arm under him and around his waist. Jack placed a light kiss on Mark's nose, before burying his face in Mark's chest.

After about five minutes of being in this position in silence, Jack broke the silence by asking, "Why are we cuddling on the floor...next to the bed?"

Mark replied snarkily with "I dunno, but you never made me popcorn."

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Phew, that was a lot of writing at 11 am when state tests are tomorrow! Well, I'm prepared to fail....badly. Cuz if you prepare yourself to fail, when, and if, you do better than you thought you would, then you would feel better about your grade! Why I explained that to you, I have no clue....but who cares.

Should I do a word count? Why not?

Word count, minus this A/N: 705

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