Jack's POV
At dinner we laughed and talked for what seemed like hours. It was amazing to be genuinely laughing until I moved my leg in the wrong way. It felt like I reopened my leg, it burned and screamed at me. I tried so hard to ignore it until it became too much of a problem. I excused myself to the bathroom, once I got in I ripped off my pants and assessed the situation. Its stench was nearly unbearable. Last night I didn't get a chance to redo my bandages before I fell asleep, 'On Mark...' It took some time and toilet paper, but I got it to a better state but it wouldn't last long.
When I returned to Mark I tried to rush to the end of dinner. I began to shove all my food down my throat as quickly as possible, it was the most food I've eating in weeks. Trying to drive would be a nightmare. I convinced Mark to drive, it was only a few blocks away so it shouldn't be too dangerous. While driving my leg got worse, Mark was clearly having fun time driving on the opposite side of the road for him. Finally the drive came to an end, I was in so much pain that I could barely hold back the tears. I ran inside and into the bathroom.
Hopping in the tub, I took off my pants and slowly began to pour alcohol on my leg, I winced as it stung. Subconsciously, I bit my hand to relieve the pain. After cleaning one leg I switched to the next an experienced the pain all over again. My eyes shot open when I began to taste copper in my mouth. I had bitten into my hand and I hadn't even noticed.
Mark's POV
Dinner was nice but... but there was... something. It kept on nagging me, I just couldn't shake the feeling. On the way home I drove, it was fun getting to drive on the opposite side. We laughed at my driving, the restaurant was only four blocks away so it wasn't long. The second I stopped Sean nearly jumped out of the car and went inside.
He was in the bathroom for awhile. I tried to convince myself that it was for "Nature calling" but I couldn't help but think there was another reason. I walked up to the door about to knock. 'You're worrying to much he's fine.' I stood in front of the door frozen I couldn't decided weather knock on it or walk away. Eventually I left and went to record something, anything to distract my mind.
At about half way through a recording I heard the door open. I was relieved. I calmly finished recording and went into the kitchen.
Sean was standing and drinking some water in the kitchen. We talked for awhile and arranged the rest of the week, tomorrow we would start recording some sketches and try to get to a game or two. It would be a busy week, but that was good almost every second of it I could have my eye on Sean. I could begin to get to the bottom of this nagging feeling.
We went to his couch and played some smash until we physically could not any long due to are bodies needing to take breathes after so much laughing. We were so slap happy that anything would make us giggle.
Eventually we went to bed this time not on each other, which for some reason made me feel disappointed.
I laid in my bed and hopped on twitter looking at various notifications Alexisthebestest and 30+ started following you. Reading through the comments, I was appalled by all the ones that were against my dearest friend... Jack. The fuck you hanging with him for. why would you go there. Wait, you actually like him? I had gotten so angry that I throw my phone on to my dresser and rolled over. 'How could they be my fans and yet be such terrible people. Why would anyone say things like that' I slowly drifted to sleep thinking about the comments.
Mark's dream
I was still in the street holding the leprechaun, so I ran into the nearest building. It was a convention center, I burst through the door and into a panel it looked like PAX and they were doing a Q&A. I ran up to the mic and screamed. "You guys got to help me, it's Jack He's dying." The fan that was at the question mic began "The fuck you hanging out with him for?" His words pierced me. The next fan stepped up, "Why would go to Ireland?" The third fan, "Wait, you actually like him?" Out of nowhere all the fans got up chanting different hate comments and chancing me. To get away from them I clutched the small body in my arms and jumped back out the doors. Opening my eyes after impact, I could see we were back in the forest, but this time it seemed darker and on the there was ground a faint red trail that led through the forest. As hard as I tried not to follow it my body forced me to move.
After what seemed like hours, the trail ended in a hole in the ground. It didn't take me long to realize it was a grave and the exact size of the little lifeless leprechaun in my arm. My eyes begin to swell with tears as I kick dirt into the deep hole screaming, "Don't you dare take him for me! He is mine!" The small corpse began to stir. Looking down at him, I realized that blood was now flowing quickly from his wrists, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop the bleeding. In almost a whimper the leprechaun whispered "Please, I'm fine." My heart sank he was trying so hard to die, "Let me be, Mark." with that he pushed off my chest and fell into the hole I tried to grab him but his slick wrist slipped right through my hands.
I shot up in bed breathing heavily, I sigh and put my head in my hands only to feel how wet under my eyes were. I had to see him.
Jack's POV
I wake up in a cold sweat. I hadn't had a bad dream or anything thing I just felt uneasy. Last night was so peaceful, so nice. Now here I am laying in bed alone just like it had been since I moved out. I was on my on since I turned eighteen. I mean sure, I lived in a detached house 30ft from my parents, but they were rarely home. I went into they're house all the time but it was empty, just a shell. Even before, when I was a child, my parents weren't there, we weren't close. I remember walking home after a bad day at school and just sitting on my bed for hours waiting. I never knew what I was waiting for, but I still waited. I got so bored. Extremely bored. Dangerously bored. My mind would wonder, and eventually I found ways to entertain myself.
One day while walking home from a particularly hard day I found a plastic box. I picked it up and toyed with it, it kept my mind occupied. When I opened my door I tossed it on the floor.
Creek!
I stop breathing as I heard Mark walking about. He got really close to my door, I panic and pretended to be asleep. After what seemed like an eternity He left. I let out a sigh. 'Why was he there' I didn't think on it too long, mostly due to the overwhelming thoughts that spend way too much time in my head.