"You're welcome, do you need help getting up?" Jack asked nicely looking down at mark. Mark looked at jack and saw the care in his eyes that made him blush. "Uh...n-no" he cleared his throat. "No, thanks" he stood up and dusted off his clothes, flinching when he touched his knee. He rolled up his pant leg and saw a scratch on his knee. "Great" he mumbled sarcastically, rolling his pant leg back down.

Jack saw the cut and sighed a bit, the cut wasn't too big but then again it wasn't a tiny ass baby cut either. Mark stated at jack, his mind completely blank for a second, he then realized... "My parents! Shit! I gotta go!" And with that, he ran full speed to his house.

Jack watched mark run off, after mark was out of site he started walking home again. Once he got home, he walked upstairs and into his room. His parents were out today. Jack sat on his bed and started to do homework. Mark got to his house, opened the door and ran up to his room, hoping his parents weren't home. "You're Soooo dead" he heard his older brother say. "Shut up" mark mumbled. "What did you say?" Tom asked as a threat. "N-nothing" mark said. "That's what I thought, coward" tom rolled his eyes and walked out of Mark's room. Mark sighed and grabbed his back pack searching for something in particular.

Jack was doing homework, he couldn't help but think about Mark, 'mark was acting weird today' he thought. Mark pulled out his drawing of Jack's eyes, he sighed and put it on his desk, searching for a blue pencil. He doesn't know why, but drawing always seemed to calm him down. When he finally found the pencil, he began coloring the blue eyes with lights and shadows. He felt calmer already.... Until... "Mark Edward Fischbach!".

Jack kept thinking of mark while doing homework until he was done with it and pur it away in his book bag. Mark sighed and stood up, leaving his drawing on the desk. He walked downstairs to face his mother. "Did you think I wouldn't notice you came home late!?" His mom asked. "That's what I hoped" mark said back. "Well you little smartass, why did you come late!?!" "I tripped and fell" mark said sighing a bit. "What a dumb ass excuse!" Mark's mom yelled. "I did!" Mark said as he showed his scratched knee making his mother chuckle and kick it. Mark groaned out in pain, "next time you come home late, I'll do worse, you sad excuse for a son" his mom said. Mark ran up to his room, he refused to cry right now. When he got up to his room, he saw tom with the drawing in his hands..."p-put it down, tom" mark said. "What's this? My brothers a sap? Drawing pretty little blue eyes!" Tom smirked. "Tom, just please put it down...." Mark pleaded. "Nah... I like RIPPING your life apart" he chuckled as he ripped the paper in half. "No!" Mark yelled his eyes watering. "Get the fuck out of my room, you piece of shit!" Mark snarled at tom. Tom smirked and walked away.... Mark sighed and picked up the pieces of his drawing, he taped of together, but it just wasn't the same. He layed in his bed and cried himself to sleep...
Jack yawned a bit and layed down in bed and fell asleep.