jack's mom nodded, "yeah, but i'm glad he has friends like you " she said smiling at mark. Mark smiled, a light blush on his cheeks and he checked the time. "Oh! I have to get going! It was very nice meeting you!" Mark stood up.

jack's mom nodded and smiled, "it was very nice meeting you too, mark" she said smiling warmly. the two said goodbye before mark left. Mark ran to his house, and open the door to once again see his mom standing with her arms crossed. "What the fuck is your excuse this time?". "I was at a friend's house" Mark answered truthfully. "Bullshit. You don't have any friends, you unpopular little brat" His mom spat.  "It's the truth, what else do you wanna hear?" Mark asked. "An apology" his mom said.  "An apology? For what?" Mark raised an eyebrow.  "Being late and lying to me" mark's mom said. "First off, I am supposed to be able to arrive from school or from wherever I am when I want to, not like five minutes after school ends. Second off, I didn't lie. I was at a friends house" Mark answered like a smartass. And then bam, his mom kicked him on the ankle, making him grown out in pain and fall."That's what you deserve, Mr. Attitude!" She walked away. Mark crawled to his room, she probably sprained his ankle or something.

Jack woke up from and looked around wondering how he got in his room. Mark sighed and climbed on his bed. He started thinking about Jack, how when he was in his lap... it felt like they fit together perfectly...

jack got off his bed and walked down stairs to see his mom on the couch.  Jack's mom smiled, "I met your boyfriend" she teased.

jack blushed a bight red and dramatically groaned, "Ma! he is not my boyfriend!" he said embarrassed. jack's mom rolled her eyes and laughed. "He carried you here" Jack's mom gave him a smug look

jack blushed more looked away, "That doesn't mean anything!" he said. "He blushed when I said it was nice that you had friends like him..." Jack's mom smiled more .

jack glared at his mom making her laugh, he rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen. Mark's ankle hurt a lot, but he thought about when Jack hugged him or when Jack touched him. His touch was almost... healing... Jack was an angel in Mark's eyes.