Hey guys! I've been writing a lot of fanfics in my spare time, but not of this. It's a new topic and I'm MORE than excited to test it out. Yes, Maybe Jack wouldn't be like this, but that's what fanfics are for. XD Anyway, let's try this out. Alright? TO THE HORRIBLE WRITING!
Your POV:
Mark knocks on the door to Jack's house, and we're waiting outside for him to open the door. I'm hiding my face in my hoodie in an attempt to hide from the rain. Mark insisted on me taking an umbrella when back at home, but I didn't take it. I thought it'd be okay in Ireland. After all, the "it rains all the time" was a joke, right?
NO IT WASN'T.
It was chuckin' down with rain, and my hoodie just barely helps. Welp, I gotta live with it. Mark turns back to me, and he starts to laugh.
"What?"
"I told you to take an umbrella."
"I told you to take ANYTHING. You're wet."
"Well, I have shade."
"Aww, come on."
"A-hah!"
I know Mark because we were childhood friends. I had to move to another state when I was a teenager and we drifted apart. But, we never forgot each other. We had little things here and there that reminded us of each other. The odd diary entries, the toy you gave me, pictures you took together, stuff like that. I moved back when I graduated college, and it took me a while to find him but I did. And, I'm glad I took the time to find him, he's been an amazing friend. We were hanging out for a few years, and then he invited me to go to Ireland with him, and I said yes… And that's how I got here.
"[Y/N], are you planning on coming in soon? Or do you wish to enjoy the rain?" Mark laughed. I snap back to the situation, and he's teasing me. Again.
"Yes, Mark, I am coming in. Are you planning to dry yourself off, or wish to freeze your balls off by staying wet?"
"Touché."
"Hahaha!" A voice laughed, which I know was Sean, or Jack's. I've spoken to him in skype calls occasionally when I was at Mark's, but this is the first time I've seen him face to face. He's got some kind of black goo at the corner of his mouth. Probably some drink or something. "Better step up your game, Mark."
"Hey Sean… Your uhh mouth?" I point out. I touch my own mouth to indicate that there's something there. He feels the goo, and wipes it off, but it leaves a red mark which looks like a burn - did it hurt him?. He laughs nervously. Mark shoots him a look of some kind of worry.
"Annyyywayyy… Sean, this is [Y/N]. [Y/N], this is Sean. You finally get to meet the real man in person, [Y/N]."
I was curious, which name did he prefer, Jack or Sean? Yes, A lot of people just call him Jack, but that's not really his real name.
"Hey, nice to finally meet you in person, hah. Which name do you prefer, Sean or Jack?" I ask him. He thinks about that for a second, but then replies with a shrug.
"You've asked me this in a call before. Heheh" He chuckles. Did I?
"Sorry."
"It's alright, I don't mind. Call me anything." He said with a smile. He seems so happy. I wonder what was the black goo…? And why did it leave some kind of burn mark on Sean's lip?
"Alright, Anything, nice to meet you." I replied. Sean chuckles, whilst Mark facepalms. Even if he did like those jokes, I will admit, I have said them a bit too much over the past months.
"Alright, you two. Come inside." Sean got out of the doorway, and as Mark makes through the door, he stops to mutter the words, "Keep your fuckin' control this time." And he continues on into the room. I look at Sean, confused, and he just shakes his head as a way of saying 'ignore it, it was nothing'. I then just smile at him, and he closes the door behind me.
"Just sit feckin' anywhere, but let me tell you, the seats need new cushions." Sean warned, but I didn't mind sitting on them. Mark goes and sits on the couch, and Sean walks into the kitchen.
He comes out to ask, "What drink do you guys want?"
"For now, just water." Mark says.
"Same for me." I say. He mutters something as he walks into the kitchen cheerfully, and disappears from view. Mark gets up and squats down in front of me. I tilt my head.
"Listen, [Y/N], if he's acting weirdly, run away and don't hold it against him, alright? Just. Run." I knew that he wasn't joking, or else he wouldn't have chosen the words he did. He would have said like 'If he acts like a douche, run.' Or something that would make me laugh, but he doesn't seem like he wants to joke about this. Mark peers over his shoulder to check if Sean's back yet, then continues on what he was saying.
"And, if I act unusual, tell Sean." He turns up to me. I'm confused, and as I had opened my mouth to ask why, Sean came back with everyone's drinks (Water for both me and Mark, but some coffee for Sean.) and Mark sits at a nearby seat, making us all close enough for any of us to engage in conversation – and as it turns out, Sean was the first.
"So, how long have you guys known each other?" he asks.
I sit up properly in my seat. I don't remember which is embarrassing to admit. I turn to Mark as he turns to me. We're both thinking the same thing.
"Shit. Has it been that long? Wow. Hah." Sean says, already knowing what we were going to admit. We both just nervously smile and laugh. Sean then leans on the table.
"Oh well. Hey Sean, nice place by the way." I say to break the silence. He thanks me. Then, Mark turns to see something in the distance. I turn as well. It's a PS4.
"Seeaann…~ do you still plan on beating me at that game?" He chuckles as he points to the PS4 that Sean has. Sean turns around to see it, and then gets his 'Game Face' on.
"Oh, I've been practicing. Try me bitch!" he playfully says, and he grabbed the PS4 and motioned for us to follow him into his room where he had a big TV for playing. We walked past the bathroom which there was a bit more black goo there. I'm curious - and I'm sure if I left it alone, I would think about it all night.
"Mind if I join?" I ask. They both nodded.
"Of course!" Jack lilts.
"Even if you didn't ask, I'd make you play." Mark jokes. I sit down, and they sit beside me. Mark's the first to play.
"Hey Sean, can I use the bathroom?" I ask him. I'm dying to know what that black liquid is. He nods, and I walk out of the room. I close the door to Sean's room, and I slowly walk to the bathroom. I close the bathroom door behind me, and locked it so it did seem like I was using it. I went over to where I saw the black goo, and it looked super-natural. I hover my hand over it, hesitating whether I should touch it. After all, it did leave Sean with a mark. As my hand went just that tiny bit closer, it clinged onto my hand and burned a symbol into my palm. I shook it off vigorously. I wanted to yell in pain, but then that'd alarm the other two. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from yelling. I look at the symbol – an 'A'. Why an 'A'? When I look back at where the goo used to be, the goo had vanished. I must have eaten something that's messing with my head or something. I left the bathroom and returned to the others.
After a while…
"ADMIT IT MARK. SAY IT."
"NEVER."
"OH? WHAT WAS THAT? WAS THAT THE SOUND OF DEFEAT?! SUCK IT BIITTCHHH!" Sean was dancing about, doing his victory dance. He was ecstatic. It was hard to cover my hand at the same time but during the game, I spoke to both Sean and Mark, but since I was very familiar with Mark I spoke with Sean more. He was hilarious, and he was always so happy. He made me forget about anything I had worried about in the past. Sean then calmed down, and was coming to join us.
"I was meaning to ask, but guys, when are you going to be leaving Ireland?" Sean asks. I wasn't sure myself, so I turn to Mark.
"We'll leave in a month, I believe"
"Really? Dang… do you have to?" Sean says, a bit defeated. Mark nods, and he sighs. Mark starts to get up and Sean walks to the window, and draws back the curtains, revealing the hardest rain I have ever seen.
"We have to go, it's getting late." Mark insists. As he starts to leave, I grab his shirt, because it's incredibly dangerous to drive when it's raining hard and when it's dark.
"What is it?" He turns around, and looks out the window. "Oh."
"It's coming down hard. It'd be dangerous to drive." Sean muttered, as he turns to us.
"We'll be careful." Mark groans, then started to turn back to the doorway, but Sean paces quickly to him and taps his shoulder.
"You can stay here. Both of you can. After all, you did just come from the airport, right? You've got your clothes and such."
Mark's POV:
What.
He's out of his mind.
He knows that Anti is stronger than him, meaning he'd know his way around Sean's way of blocking him out. I mean, I know Sean has good intentions, and I know that I can handle Anti with Dark – but [Y/N] can't.
"WHA-"
"He's got a point, it's really pouring down. Are you sure you'd allow that, Sean?" I was interrupted by [Y/N]. She doesn't understand the gravity of the situation.
"Yeah! Of course!"
"Then, how about it Mark? It'd be incredibly dangerous to drive now." She looked up at me. I feel I'll regret this decision, but they are right. I ponder about it for a while. FINE! I give in.
"Fine. We will…" I sighed. [Y/N]'s face lights up.
"I'll go get the bags!" She sang, and she walked to get them.
"I don't think she can carry all of them on her own. Come on, let's help her." Sean implies. As he makes it to the door, I block the doorway. I need to have a bit of a chat to him.
"Huh? What is it?" He tilts his head.
"Ever since Halloween he's gotten stronger. You know who I mean. Hurt her in any way, you'll-"
"I know. I'm taking precautions, calm your tits."
He got past me, and I turned to go help as well.
The thing that's really odd though is why did [Y/N] hide her hand?
I bet it was nothing.
Heck, what can it be?
Hey guys! First part finished. Congrats on making it this far, from this word it's 1889 words long and counting. I just LOVE the Anti in Jack. IDK why. And I call Jack "Sean" [his real name] because I feel like real names are just better when used. I dunno.
