"Goodbye Mark." He said as he drove off leaving Mark alone.
Mark watched as Jack drove off. He fell to his knees and just started to cry. He did not mean too do that to the kitchen. It was an honest to god mistake. He felt so bad. How will jack ever forgive him? "He hates me. He will never love me." Mark says to himself. He shut the door and walked up to the bedroom. He just looked at everything. It just brought him more sadness. He walked to the closet to see half of Jack's clothes gone. "No." Mark said. "Why was I so stupid?" He asked himself. He put his clothes back on and grabbed on of Jack's oversized hoodie. He pulled it over his head and walked back downstairs. He walked to the nightmare of the kitchen and examined the damage. It was actually not very bad for what it could have been but still Mark was just angry with himself for what he did.
He opened the fridge and grabbed a few bottles of beer and went into the living room and sat down on the couch. He smelled the hoodie to see if it would smell like his lover. It did. He opened the beer bottle and chugged it down. He did the same to the second one and within 10 minutes he was drunk stupid and he soon fell asleep snuggling into Jack's hoodie tears falling down his face. He soon felt someone's hand on his shoulder trying to wake him up. "Mark. MARK!" someone screamed. Marks eyes flew open and he bolted upright. "Sean?" He asked. But then his eyes focused and he saw Bob. "No, but he did send me here." Bob said.
Mark just sat there silently. Then all of the sudden, *SLAP*. He held his stinging cheek. "WHAT THE FUCK BOB!" Mark screamed. "That is for being and idiot." Jack is really upset. What the fuck did you do?" Bob asked. Mark just pointed to the kitchen. "Jesus Mark." Bob said. "SHUT UP I KNOW!" Mark screamed the tears starting to fall down his face. Mark curled up in a ball on the couch again and began to cry. Bob came back over to Mark and sat down next to him. "Mark I'm sorry I did not mean to make you cry." Bob said. "JUST FUCK OFF BOB! LEAVE!" Mark screamed at his close friend. "Mark…" Bob tired to say but Mark cut him off again. "LEAVE!" He screamed. Bob said no more and just left. Mark opened more beers and began to drink again.
He woke up to the smell of burnt plastic and a wicked hangover. "Fuck." Mark said as he sat up. He grabbed another beer and took some pain meds. He got on twitter and saw that Jack posted a tweet that he nor markipiler will be posting a video today. Mark knew that he was very drunk and should not respond but instead he tweeted back "Shut the hell up you don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do so go mind your own business." He said. Many people where like WHAT THE FUCK MARK? And what's going on with these two. But Jack privately messaged Mark that he needed to stop drinking and go sleep of the hangover. All Mark sent back was 'fuck you'. He got no reply.
5 day have past and Jack had still not come home and Mark had not uploaded a video. There were beer bottles everywhere on the ground and the kitchen still had not been fixed. "He's never coming back to me." Mark texted Bob and Wade. The only thing that he got back from the both of them was "Alright that's fucking it."
Meanwhile with Jack..
Bob and wade opened the hotel room door and shut it quickly locking it. They found the Irishman crying on the bed. Wade automatically started screaming. "IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR PRIDEFUL FUCKING ASS UP AND GO SEE HIM I WILL PUNCH YOU AND TAKE MARK FOR MY FUCKING SELF." Wade threatened. This shocked both Bob and Jack. Jack's head snapped up and he looked at Wade. "What the hell are you talking about Wade?" He asked. "MARK'S BEEN DRINKING FOR 6 FUCKING DAYS STRAIGHT SINCE YOU LEFT THE HOUSE AND HE HAS MADE NO YOUTUBE VIDEO SINCE THEN EITHER!" Wade screamed. By now Jack had stopped crying but still looked down at his hands. "I cant go back their he hates me." Jack said sadly. Bob walked over to him and slapped him hard on the cheek. "Get. Your. Ass. Over. There. Right. Fucking. Now." He said in a deeply menacing voice. Jack jumped out of the bed and ran to his car and speeded down the road back home. Home, Jack deeply missed home.
Another cliff hanger I'm so sorry but I hope the story is getting good. Im really enjoying writing it. Well I will upload another one soon and I promise it will get happier.