If I seriously had more time last week I would upload this Chapter a lot sooner but the past two weeks have been really hectic for me, all my final projects for my graphic design course are due this week and next week, and I only got told a week prior so stress levels are through the roof. But don't worry I didn't put more of my focus into this story over my work, I'll get it all done in time. :)

But anyways, looks like things are getting more intimate as I would say hehe ^^ Basically more unsure feelings are developing, I do have an idea of where this story is gonna lead and no it's not gonna lead TOO far into the ship, this story is rated T for a reason. ;)

So without any more delay in talking, here's Chapter 4 of Strange Feelings! :D

I don't own these guys; Mark and Jack are their own people.

Chapter 4 – Confessing

Mark immediately grabbed his phone, his very first instinct was to call Jack and talk to him, but his logic sense kicked in and told him not to, as it would make no sense for him to disturb Jack, even if he was ahead of time than he was. He rubbed his hands against his face, his cheeks feeling very warm, he squinted his eyes in anxiety before reaching for his glasses and putting them on.

He decided to get up and get a drink; hopefully after a drink of water he would have a clear head. So as he tiptoed downstairs as quietly as possible, as to not wake Chica up, the dream played out in his mind. By the time he got to the kitchen he was grunting at the thought of it, a hand pressed firmly against his forehead as he used the other hand to search for the cupboard of glasses.

The dream played out so well in his mind, yet his mind done something beyond his mental control, and that was continuing the dream from before he woke up. He saw in his mind Jack holding his hand as they crept out of their safe place to see if the coast was clear, Jack turned and look at Mark with a smile.

"Don't worry Mark; I won't let anything happen to you." He assured, his words echoing in Mark's mind.

"And neither will I..." Mark breathed, realising he said that aloud, almost gasping at the thought.

To get his mind off the dream, he skulked down the glass of water before heading back upstairs, he decided to put on another blanket for warmth, as he felt like being warmer than usual would distract his mind from thinking about Jack in that way. He didn't want to think of one of his best friends like that, it's not meant to be like that. They were both friends and that was that.

But why did Mark feel like he wanted so much more? Trying to fight the urge to contact Jack, the least he did was check the time; it was three in the morning, which would mean it would be nearly midday for Jack. He would be awake but he refused to contact Jack, he didn't want to keep pestering Jack with the weird dream he was having, and although it only happened once before he felt like repeating himself to Jack wouldn't be worth it.

So putting his phone back on his bedside table, along with his glasses, he plopped his head back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling as he brushed one hand through his faded red hair. After a quick thought about getting his hair re-dyed, his mind went straight back to Jack. Why was he thinking about him so much? And why were those two dreams he had about Jack were oddly satisfying in some way?

He felt like he was going down a path he shouldn't be going down, shaking his head, he propped himself into a comfortable sleeping position before closing his eyes, thinking of nothing else but going to sleep.

Meanwhile, Jack was having a cup of coffee while checking out the view from one of his windows, seeing that rain clouds were gathering yet again, he sighed before returning back to the kitchen. He was relieved to have woken up from having no oddly satisfying dreams about Mark, but he also felt uncomfortable about it, he titled his head slightly at the thought before shaking his head and taking another sip of his coffee.

Not long later he went off to record another video, midway through recording he was talking about his future projects with Mark and his other friends, and then he somehow started to drift off into the dream and he started to feel deep emotion. He had to stop recording there. So after pausing the game and stopping the recording, Jack got up from his seat and wrapped his arms around his chest, looking down slightly in thought as he took in a deep breath.

"What is going on with me?" He asked himself, almost wanting to curse at how frustrating these thoughts were.

He turned his head back towards the computer slightly, his thoughts wanting him to Skype call Mark, but knew that he would still be sleeping or probably just waking up, it was only just after midday, and he wanted to record a few more videos before even thinking about talking to Mark.

But what was there to talk about? He didn't really want to talk about anything related to these strange feelings he was having, ever since he had that dream he had been feeling conflicted inside. Jack decided to go play a game downstairs, feeling like he should take a minor break from recording and focus on another game. But while he played the game, he couldn't help but imagine Mark next to him playing the game with him, he smiled uncontrollably as he thought about how Mark would be yelling at him trying to beat him but always losing.

He had to admit; he did miss being in LA, but at the same time he didn't mind chatting with Mark over the Skype calls, he just didn't want to talk to Mark every single day, not that it was a bad thing to talk to one of his best friends everyday but he felt like giving Mark some space would keep it all balanced. Jack sighed as he continued to play his game, now thinking about his girlfriend being back home and playing with him.

Jack smiled at the thought before he completed another level, continuing with his game for a good half hour until he felt like his thoughts were clear enough for him to continue recording the rest of his video. For the rest of the recording he remained his usual self, being energetic and happy as he always was.

But then, his phone buzzed midway through him saying his outro, he leaned over to his phone, and saw the phone lit up with Mark's name printed at the top. With a sudden feeling of hesitation, he stopped his recording and answered the phone.

"Mark, now's not a good time to call me. I was almost finished with recording another video." He exclaimed, looking back to his screen as he stood up and walked away from his desk.

"Sorry, I just woke up, I had a horrible sleep." Mark replied, his voice sounding groggy.

Jack raised an eyebrow as he looked out the window, seeing the sun trying to shine through the grey gloomy clouds. "Well then go back to sleep?" He suggested, raising both his eyebrows, seeing that Mark was being stupid about calling him and not sleeping instead.

There was a brief pause before Mark sighed deeply. "I can't..." He exclaimed in a serious tone. "There's been something on my mind lately and it's just...ugh sorry I called you Jack." Mark said in a regretful tone, feeling like calling Jack was a bad idea now.

"Wait what?" Jack asked, cocking his head a little, his mind full of confusion as to why Mark called him when he had a horrible sleep. "Wait, Mark; tell me what's wrong then." He assured, leaning against the wall next to the window.

Mark shook his head on the other side of the phone, his eyes half open as he leaned his head down a little, feeling stupid for calling Jack. "No don't worry about it, I'll figure it out myself." Mark implied, trying to sound positive, but was failing to do so.

Jack felt like something was wrong with him, he felt very eager to help him with his problem, no matter what it may be. He never really heard Mark like this before, it was new, and unsettling. He didn't want Mark feeling down about something, he wanted to make his friend feel better; he made a solid mental note that he was not going to hang up on Mark until he knew what was going on with him.

"Look, just tell me, whatever it is I can help you in some way. I don't want you feeling down for the rest of the day."

He heard Mark breath a heavy sigh, as if he was about to drop a bombshell of some sort, or he was drop dead tired and trying to force himself not to yawn so much. Jack waited anxiously, worried that something terrible had happened to him, but from what he could tell it didn't seem like he was hurt in any physical way, and it seemed deeper than that.

"Jack, if this ruins our friendship...I'm really sorry."

Jack felt his heart drop a little, he was starting to feel extremely worried and sad for Mark, what was going on with him? He thought with a saddened expression, he waited with anticipation and worry as to what Mark would say next.

"I think..." He stopped, taking in another deep breath. "I think I might-I mean I think my...ugh I can't say it for some reason!" He cried, feeling small tears develop in his eyes.

"Mark, please. I don't want to put pressure on you, but just please tell me what's wrong with you. Now that you've talked to me in that tone I desperately want to know what's wrong with you." He pleaded, clenching his fist slightly, feeling his muscles tense up a little.

Although Jack couldn't see the small tears in Mark's eyes from his struggles of finding the right words, he could hear the sniffles, and knew that they were upset sniffles. This was doing nothing but making Jack want to know more and more with what was wrong with him, he didn't ask him again though, feeling like Mark was feeling a lot of pressure in that moment.

Before Jack even thought of saying anything else, Mark hung up the phone on him. Jack looked at his phone, seeing the caller hanging up on him, he turned back to his computer, speechless and unsure of what to do now. One of his closest friends was having a very hard time in that very same moment; he didn't know what to do. He felt like he should help him, he felt obliged to help Mark in any way he could.

Ever since they both had those dreams about each other Mark was acting so differently whenever he talked to him, and then a thought occurred to him. Could the dreams have changed something in Mark? Did he have more dreams about him the night before?

Jack didn't realise it at first, but he was feeling the shy butterflies in his stomach, like he was having new feelings about Mark, it felt the same right before he woke up from that dream. It was so strange; he looked out his window for a moment, addressing his thoughts aloud.

"What is going on with me? Why is Mark feeling so down about himself?" He asked himself, looking down at his phone, hoping he would call back.

He paced around his room, anxiously wanting Mark to call back. His worry and curiosity boiled inside him with every minute that passed by and he didn't call back. He turned back to his desk and realised he still hadn't done an outro yet for his video. So just to get it out of the way, he sat back down and prepared himself as to look like he had just finished playing the game.

Jack shouted his outro, waving his hands to mimic high fives and waved goodbye at the very end of his video before stopping the recording. He took in a deep breath, taking off his headphones and checking his phone yet again to see if Mark messaged him or something, but unfortunately there was still nothing.

The only thing that was on his mind was that he should call him and help him out with whatever his problem was, but the more he thought about Mark's sudden seriousness and depression being linked to the dream he had of him, he felt like there might be some new feelings rising inside Mark that he didn't want to let out.

He understood why he had difficultly telling him, but at the same time why would a dream have that much of an impact on a person? Jack had to admit that in some way the dream he had of Mark made him think slightly different about him, but he didn't want anything to come out of the dream. It was only a dream and it will stay a dream, nothing more, nothing less.

Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate in two short vibrations, indicating that a text message came through. Jack quickly unlocked his phone to see who it was from, but sighed in sadness only to see it was his girlfriend texting him about how his day was going so far. He responded to her saying everything was alright as usual, and then after sending the text he realised how he felt about receiving a text message from his girlfriend instead of Mark.

It was not like him to sigh like that when Signe (A/N Yep, that's her name I think) texted him, he was never like that. But he had to admit to himself that he was really hoping for Mark to respond from his call from a few minutes ago, but it seemed like Mark was having some time to himself to figure things out. Jack wanted to be there for him though, and wanted nothing but to make sure Mark was happy. He knew how much Mark would always screw up his schedule, and didn't want this strange frustration he suddenly had gotten to screw up his uploading schedule.

So, he decided to call Mark back, feeling like talking to him was the only way that he was going to feel any better and stay on track for the rest of the day. Taking a deep and calming breath, he dialled Mark's number and waited anxiously for a response. The phone continued to buzz and buzz, but no response. But just before Jack hung up on him, Mark answered.

"Jack?" Mark asked, his voice still sounding groggy and saddened, the same as it was a few moments ago.

"Mark, just tell me what's going on with you. I hate knowing that you feel like this, I know how much this could screw up your schedule, and you're already terrible at keeping your schedule in check." Jack explained, even though he knew stating that Mark was already terrible at sticking to a schedule wasn't going to make him feel any better he was only stating a fact.

He heard Mark sniffle on the other side. "I know, I'm sorry Jack..."

Now from hearing and knowing now that Mark was getting really upset for some reason, he felt like his emotions were being reflected onto him. Jack could feel his blue eyes begin to water as his nose began to sniffle slightly; he clenched his green hair, feeling tense and upset now too.

"Godammit Mark, now I'm getting upset. Just tell me what's wrong with you!" He demanded in a worried tone.

There was a brief moment of silence, Jack felt his heart pounding out of his chest, his emotions ran deep with intense worry and anxiety as Mark held his tongue for another moment longer, before his lips parted and he spoke.

"I...I might be developing feelings..." Mark confessed, stuttering nervously in his fragile state.

Even though Mark gave him limited information on his confession to what he was dealing with at the moment, Jack felt his stomach tighten and his cheeks warm up, there was no doubt that the dream did indeed change something inside of Mark, and it was a change that was definitely a big impact on his life, and Jack's too.

Mark could tell that he shocked Jack too much; feeling like Jack knew all the facts without him even saying everything. He felt so stupid and regretful for telling Jack that, he felt like Jack was going to be disgusted or annoyed at first, but now he wasn't sure how Jack would respond, as his emotions seeped into Jack's skin too.

Jack leaned a hand against the wall, closing his eyes as he tilted his head downwards, the phone still in hand and close to his ear, but Jack was feeling heavy breaths of shock and new feelings started to arise. But he wanted to assure Mark that everything was going to be fine so he could go back to his normal day, but his emotions were fighting him inside, wanting him to say something else instead of just assuring Mark that things were alright and he could go and do his business.

There was an awkward and deadly silence between the two; neither of them knew what to think by this point. But finally, Jack spoke up, continuing the conversation from where it left off.

"For who?" He asked, having a bad feeling he was going to say his name, but asked with hesitation.

Mark bit his lower lip, almost splitting it open at the sudden terror and sweat he felt engulf his body. He didn't want to tell Jack that it was him, but he felt like from the long pause to respond that Jack had some sort of idea. Mark was regretting every moment of this phone call; he wished he never called Jack in the first place.

"They're...th-they're feelings f-for you..." He confessed, his heart pounding, hearing it thud through his ears, closing his eyes as he felt the temperature in his cheeks explode in humiliation and regret.

He knew it; Jack knew it to be true. The dream had changed something in Mark; he never knew a dream could be so powerful that it could change someone's sexuality within an instant. The day before however Mark was less upset and hesitant to talk about it, it seemed now that Mark had more dreams to make him feel that way.

But why were these dreams happening? In some way Jack thought it was their fans messing with their heads, wanting them to be together so badly that they were somehow controlling their dreams. It was a crazy thought, but it was the only reason he could think of, he even doubted it the second it came to his head.

"J-Jack?" Mark asked nervously, hoping that he hadn't just made Jack's voice suddenly die.

Jack didn't know what to think by this point. He felt so conflicted inside. Was he having the same feelings as Mark too? He wanted to deny it, but at the same time, it was starting to feel like something he desperately wanted to do. And it was all because of just that one dream. The same thoughts ran over and over in his head, how could just one dream change the perspective of someone's sexuality within an instant?

I am so sorry for the delay, my holidays just started and I am seriously slacking off from doing anything except playing video games all day and just sleeping and eating. I really hope to make more progress with this story over the next few weeks; I've been watching so much of Jack and Mark's videos lately that I'm bound to write more.

Hopefully within a week I can upload the next Chapter. I want to aim for two chapters done within a week just to make more progression with this story, I'm doing that for the other story I'm working on at the moment too. So hope you all enjoyed the chapter, sorry for the delay and expect the next chapter within the next week.