(UNEDITED bc I'm too lazy)

let's jump straight in ;)

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Jack walked to class, his mind filled with happy thoughts, and a quick bounce in his step. Everything was going right for him, and I mean everything. He was passing all of his classes with outstanding grades, his crush became... more than a crush.

Jack frowned, the sudden thought of what Jack and Mark were clouded his happiness. His bounce faded, his smile gone, his mind changed. What were him and Mark? Were they boyfriend and boyfriend? Were they just a one time thing?

Did that kiss even mean anything to Mark? Was he just saying that just to get some bit of action? A way of making himself grow only to let it loose in the bathroom later?

Jack looked up, and noticed he was at his class. He opened the door and made his way to his usual spot; front and center. Class didn't start for another thirty minutes, but Jack liked to make sure he had everything he needed before they began.

His professor didn't mind. She usually liked to chat with him and offer Jack a cup of coffee or an extra bagel she packed. She was Jack's favorite... and, maybe, if he wasn't her student and she wasn't his teacher, he would forget who Mark was and try to get with her.

Of course, Jack wasn't allowed to be attracted to his professor publicly, but there were no rules as to if he could mentally. What are you thinking? Jack thought to himself, starting to pull his phone out. She's your teacher, nothing more.

He looked down at his phone, and noticed someone had texted him. Jack smiled, reading the name Mark on the screen.

Mark: I'll pick you up from class? Lunch?

Lunch with Mark? Jack's heart fluttered, and he slipped into his dream world. A world where nothing was wrong, and him and Mark lived happily ever after.

Jack: Of course

Mark: I'll be there 😘

They were texting as if they were in a relationship. As if they didn't kiss last night and then fell asleep in eachothers' arms for the first time. As if they had done it a million times, and they were in an official relationship. But they weren't in an official relationship, and that confused Jack.

-Time Skip-

Mark looked at his watch and read 10:30. Fuck he thought. Why can't time go faster? He opened up his phone, and smiled softly at the background screen. It was Jack, sitting on his bed with that damn fox in his hands, his face tear stained.

That was the day Mark started to like Jack. That was the day he realized Jack needed that stupid stuffed fox. That wad the day Mark mentally didn't judge Jack anymore, but physically did.

If he could go back in time and slap spme sense into him, he would. But since time travel is only a matter of fiction, he just stuck to trying to be a better person from now on.

Mark: Can't you just leave class early? I wanna hug you

Jack: Aw how cute :> No I can't, this class is important to me

Mark: But you have straight A's. Can't you skip just once? Pleaaaase?

Jack: No means no Mark. Now stop texting me, I have to pay attention

Mark bit his lip, and flipped over on his side. While leaving Jack alone and not getting him in trouble was okay, messing with the pastel and making him squirmy seemed like a better idea to Mark.

Mark: I bet yoy miss me

Jack: I do, but if you don't stop texting me, you're not going to be the only thing I miss

Mark: I bet you miss being in my arms

Mark: Pressed againsr my bare chest

Marm: Our lips connected and never letting go

Jack: Mark >~

Mark: Then just ignore me. Or, if the vibration is too much, I know how to fix that ;)

Jack: =•__•= please..

Mark: Please what?

Jack: sToP tExTinG mE oR iM gOnNa

Mark: Gonna what?

Jack: *sigh* I'm turning my phone off until the end of class. Go work out or something, get your mind off of me

Mark: How do I get my mind off of something so beautiful?

Jack:

Mark set his phone down and hugged his pillow. He screamed into it, happiness surging through his body like a tsunami. He looked up from his pillow and saw his journal. Inside, a piece of paper was sticking out, and Mark looked at it with concern.

He grabbed at it, and pulled out the drawing of Mark Jack did. Mark smiled softly, and rested his head in his hand. It was perfect to him, even if Jack says it's not. Everything Jack does or says is perfect to Mark, that's why he likes him a lot.

And although Mark used the 'l' word a little to quickly in his journal, he was ready to say it to Jack face to face.

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stupidly short chapter. im heccin tired, and I don't feel like writing a crap ton :P gOoDnIteeeee