Mark's POV

"Don't give me that shit," I directed at Reagan. I knew she was lying, and it worried me quite a bit considering we had been pretty honest with each other thus far.

"It's not shit, I'm fine," she responded calmly.

"Hold on," Felix butted in, "you guys are cussing."

"And?" Reagan and I questioned, a little fed up with not being able to cuss.

"John isn't telling you to shut up," Dan finished Felix's thought.

I looked around and noticed that John was no longer standing guard at the fork in the hallway. However, he wasn't the only thing that vanished.

"Guys, this isn't funny," I directed at Reagan, Nate, and Jason.

"Uh, no it's not," Reagan agreed. "Where the heck did John go?"

"Not what I was talking about."

Reagan sent a confused glance my way, so I decided to give a hint. I gestured to where Kyle had been the night before.

Reagan's eyes widened, but Jason was the first to speak, "Where the fuck did you put my belt?"

Nate face palmed. "Better question: where's that sword thing you had?"

"Its name was Kyle," Reagan started, "and I think I know exactly where it went."

"Do explain," I replied, hoping one of them was about to pull it out from behind them.

"I think John took it. He asked you for it yesterday, but you didn't hand it over–"

"DID YOU JUST ASSUME KYLE'S GENDER?" Dan yelled before collapsing to the ground from laughter.

"Don't start with me," Reagan responded, though I could see a smile forming on her lips. "Anyway, I think John left us and took Kyle with him."

Reagan locked her eyes with mine. I smiled at her. I had a feeling she would end up being the one to solve several of our problems.

"Any idea where John disappeared to?" I asked.

Reagan's eyes widened. "I think I know exactly where he went!" She started to lead us down another hallway before stopping herself. "Did Nate ever get his memory back?"

Jason grabbed Nate's hand and answered, "Still working on it."

"I'm done being mister nice guy," Reagan began as she approached Nate and Jason. "When my stuff stops working, I kick it–"

"REAGAN, DON'T YOU DARE!" Jason yelled to no avail. Reagan bitch slapped Nate across the face.

"THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR YOU LITTLE SPORK PIECE OF SHIT!" Nate screeched.

Reagan's eyes widened. "Holy shit did that actually work? I just wanted to slap him–"

"REAGAN YOU MOTHER FUCKER I'M GONNA DRAG YOU DOWN TO HELL WITH ME EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE ALREADY GOING THERE BECAUSE YOU READ SMUT TO OUR CLASS AS A BOOK REPORT!" Nate screamed, clutching his face.

I nudged Reagan and whispered, "What smut?"

"Septiplier, obviously."

"Yeah but names."

"I'm not letting you judge me that harshly," Reagan replied, blushing a bit.

What the hell did she read about me?!

Before I had a chance to ask, Jason spoke up, "There's no way that worked, but the kiss didn't. It shouldn't have triggered any memories because you've never slapped him before–"

"In all fairness," Reagan began, "you've never kissed him either."

She smirked at Nate, causing him to blush and smile. He looked at Jason and smiled more, before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. Jason's eyes widened, but before I knew it he was kissing back.

I smiled at Reagan as I elbowed her. "How do you make ships happen like that?"

"Why do you want to know?" she replied, smirking.

"I need some Phan action."

She smirked even more. "Don't worry about it."

Dan jumped in between Nate and Jason. "Nate, as you're essentially my son–"

"Oh man, fangirl moment much?" Nate cut Dan off, smiling.

"Are you talking about making out with Jason or Dan calling you his son?" Reagan asked.

Nate's smile grew as he tackled Reagan, making her yelp. "BOTH!" he cheered.

"I missed you, fangirl buddy," Reagan giggled out.

"I missed you guys too, but my chest really hurts now," Nate responded.

"Oh! Sorry!"

"It's okay," Nate replied as he pushed himself off the ground. "Hey, before you slapped me, you had said something about knowing where John went–"

"OH YEAH! I think–"

"Reagan–"

"I think he–"

"I KNOW WHERE HE IS!" Nate yelled over Reagan.

"You do? How?" Felix asked.

"Well, it may not be where John went, but I know where Phil, Percy, and Jack are," Nate replied.

He knows where Jack is.

He knows where Jack is.

HE KNOWS WHERE JACK IS!

"Umm, yeah. I do," Nate mumbled, looking at me questioningly.

"What?" I asked. Felix, Cry, and Dan all had wide eyes, while Reagan face palmed.

"You just, uh, screamed about how I know where Jack is," Nate started. "Did you not put it together that he would be behind literally the only weird door in this building?"

"Umm, no?"

"Oh boy," Reagan whispered to herself.

"I'm gonna stop this awkward conversation before it starts," Jason began. "Before Nate...kissed me, we were talking about how the kiss didn't work, but the slap did. How the heck–"

"I guess we have a bit of explaining to do," Nate stated, taking a deep breath and looking at Reagan.

Nate's POV *Flashback*

I had been cutting myself. My parents were too ignorant to notice that I had depression. Today was the day that I was going to come out to them. They were taking me to a park for my birthday.

I'd always liked guys more than girls. It was that simple. I just liked guys.

So why did I feel so nervous? They would understand, wouldn't they? I mean, it's not even that big of a deal.

So why was I nervous?

I looked up at them, walking with me to a bench. My dad kept muttering things about how he should be at home watching football. My mom felt bad for taking him away from his precious football game, so she let him bring a can of beer or something.

We all sat down on a bench, and my dad immediately asked, "When can we go home?"

My mom huffed, "It's Nate's birthday. We go home when he wants to go home."

My dad sighed out of annoyance and took another drink from his can. My mom rolled her eyes before smiling at me. "Why did you want us to come here for your birthday?"

I took a deep breath. "I, umm, wanted to tell you something."

My dad rolled his eyes, but my mom told me to continue.

"Is liking guys weird?" I asked bluntly.

"Well, you like your friends, and most of them are guys–"

"You better not be a fag," my dad cut my mom off.

"Fag?" I asked.

"Yeah, a fag. It's what I call assholes I don't like," my dad responded.

"That doesn't make sense. You love me!"

My dad huffed, "If you're gay, you're gonna have to change it to 'loved'."

"Are you saying that you wouldn't love our son just because he's gay?" My mom asked, a bit shocked.

"Exactly. And if you support him, I'll stop loving you as well."

"Well, you're just going to have to stop loving me then! I love our son for who he is!"

My dad took another drink out of his can before throwing it to the side. He stood up, towering over my mom and I, before letting his fist fall to her face.

"Mom!" I screamed, earning the attention of a girl who was fighting with another girl.

My dad continued to hit my mom until she started bleeding, and even then he didn't stop. He kept hitting her until I couldn't hear her breathing.

My dad had killed my mom right in front of me.

He looked at me before slapping me across the face. "You said you were gay?"

I stood up straight, remembering what my mom had told me. I love you for who you are. I clenched my fists at my sides. "Yeah. What are you gonna do about it?"

An evil smile formed on his lips. "Exactly what I did to your mom." He raised a fist and aimed it at my face. I took in a deep breath, thinking it would be my last.

He let the fist plummet toward me, but right before it hit me, the girl I saw before stepped in. She punched my dad square on his temple, causing him to stumble back. She grabbed my hand and started dragging me away.

"B-But my mom!" I tried to argue, tears running down my face.

Once we got out of the park to a street, she tried to cheer me up, "I've been told to think of it like this: your mom is up there in Heaven! I saw her try to save you! She's gonna be rewarded, and she's looking out for you!"

I smiled at her. "You mean it?"

"Duh! Now let's go! I imagine you don't want to go back to your dad, so I'm gonna take you to my house."

"Who lives with you?" I asked, intrigued.

"Well, my best friend Percy lives with me. Also, some brat named Abby who everyone looks at as the little angel, even though she's an ugly spork."

I chuckled, "Spork?"

"Are you saying you don't watch Dan and Phil?"

"Who?"

"Follow me. The first thing we do once we get to the orphanage is watch one of their videos."

"Okay!" We walked silently for a few minutes before I realized I hadn't asked her what her name was. "What's your name?"

"Reagan, what about you?"

"Nate."

"Well Nate, I have a feeling you're gonna love it at our home."

"And why's that?"

"I know a cute boy named Jason."

A/N

THAT FLASHBACK WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE AND IDK WHY

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