High Up

This is about how a complete stranger can change your view of life, and even become your whole world.

(BEING REWRITTEN!!!!!!!!)

{Book One - High Up}
{Book Two - Lilac Sky}
{Book Three - Brightest Stars} (Coming Soon)

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10. Ten - Sick Boy

Mark bolted upright breathing heavily. He let out a sigh, realizing it was just a dream. Mark placed a hand to his head, whimpering as he felt the heat radiating off of it. His whole body ached and he felt like shit, he glanced over at the clock on the bedside table. The red numbers flashed 2:19 AM. Mark groaned rolling over in attempt to get some sleep, twenty minutes pass and Mark had given up on trying to sleep, he sat up and tossed his legs over the edge of the bed, letting them dangle there as he struggled for breath. Mark rubbed his hand over his neck, clearing his throat which was sore and scratchy. He sat like this for a while before he actually got enough strength to get to his feet. Every muscle in his body was tense and he was in agony. Mark slowly went down the stairs and into the kitchen, he knew he pretty much had the whole place to himself besides a sleeping Jack. Jack’s parents were staying with his grandparents for two months in Ireland.

Mark grabbed a soda from the fridge, and down at the kitchen table. He had suddenly started feeling dizzy, light-headed and nauseous. He whimpered softly, burring his face in his hands.

“Mark? What’re ye doin’?” Jack’s tired, thick accent asked, approaching the boy, “Are ye alright?”

Mark moaned in response, worrying Jack. He reached over placing a hand on Mark’s back.

“Mark?” Jack repeated.

“I feel awful Jacky.” Mark whined.

“Okay, sit up fur a minute, hun.” Jack’s voice was soft and calm. Mark felt so bad that he didn’t even try to protest. Mark sat back, looking up at the tiny Irishman. Jack placed his hand against his friend’s head, “Holy shite! Ye’re burning up!” Jack gasped looking down at the boy curled up in the wooden chair.

“I know…” Mark spoke weakly.

“Why didn’t ye wake me up ye arse!” Jack scolded.

“I-I can take care of myself Jack-“ Mark suddenly fell from his chair to the floor.

“Shite! Marky… Mark!”  Jack kneeled by the boy lying unconscious on the floor, “Mark! Wakey, wakey!” Jack panicked, “Come on please wake up!” He was now nervous as hell as he picked his friend up off the floor bridal style and carried the Mark up to Jack’sbedroom. Jack set the older one on the bed and went to get some medicine.

“Jack?” He heard his name in a soft voice come from Mark.

“Yeah?” Jack asked.

“How did I get up here?” He mumbled sleepily.

“You passed out so I carried you.” Jack shrugged as if it were nothing.

“This is your room.” Mark observed.

“Yeah, since yeer room’s the guest room the bed ain’t very soft, me bed’s softer so I thought ye should sleep there and be comfortable.” Jack went over to Mark, pushing his hair off his sweaty forehead.

“But then you’ll have my sick germs in your bed? You’ll get sick too.” Mark said, more worried about the little Irish boy than himself.

“So what? As long as ye’re comfortable that’s all that matters. Let me get ye some meds so ye can feel better.” Jack ruffled Mark’s already messy hair before exiting the room. He came back quickly with at least 6 different types of pills and the soda Mark had forgotten he’d even got from the fridge earlier.

Jack went and sat on the edge of the bed near Mark, handing him each of the pills one by one. Mark was too tired and sick to try and argue with Jack so he just swallowed each pill he was given. Once he’d taken them all, Jack stayed beside the sick boy, running his fingers through Mark’s damp hair.

“What’re ya’ doing Jacky?” Mark slurred sleepily.

“I’m playin’ with yeer hair, I find it comfortin’ me-self.” Jack yawned.

“Oh…kay…” Mark’s voice trailed as he slowly drifted to sleep. Once Jack was pretty sure that his friend had fallen asleep he got up to leave the room, going to sleep on the couch so he wouldn’t disturb Mark, “Jack?” He heard a small, child-like whimper slip from between Mark’s lips.

“Yep?” Jack replied.

“Don’t leave.” Mark pleaded in the same childish voice.

“I’m just goin’ ta sleep on the couch so ye can get some rest.” Jack offered a half-smile.

“Please…” Sniffed Mark, “Stay here, I don’t wanna be alone.”

Jack felt his heart break a bit, Mark was so adorable and innocent when he was sick. Jack loved it.

“Okay.” Jack sighed, acting like he didn’t want to, “I’ll stay. Just don’t puke on me this time Fischbach.” Jack saw a small smile play at Mark’s lips.

“I won’t, I promise.” The boy said softly, “Daddy.

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“You should just find someone else, make him jealous!” Matt offered.

“But I don’t want anybody else, Link is the only person I will ever need or want.” Rhett had been being overly stubborn lately, he hadn’t left the house in days.

“Come on you can’t stay like this forever.” Matt groaned, annoyed with how Rhett was acting.

“Watch me.” Rhett crossed his arms, sitting up on his bed to face Matt. A sigh slipped from Matt’s lips, he was fed up with how much of a baby Rhett was being, yeah he expected him to be upset but he was being a bit overdramatic about this.

“How about I pretend that we’re dating and get Link jealous for you?” Matt would do anything at this point to get Rhett back.

“Eww no… No offence.”

“None taken.” By now he had given up on even trying, Rhett was impossible, “Die alone then, I’m trying to help you.”

“I know! I don’t want anything you keep talking about, I want Link back!” He shouted.

“Whatever dude, call me when you snap out of it, I have a social life and a girlfriend so I am going to go enjoy it.” Matt got off of Rhett’s bed and walked out his bedroom door, leaving Rhett by himself.

Rhett laid back on his bed, tears falling down his cheeks. Link lied to him, he said he loved him and now he was dating some skank. Rhett hatedher, her name is Donna, she only wanted him cause she knew she could take advantage of him. Rhett knew deep down none of that was true but he wouldn’t admit that to himself. He got up and slid over to his desk, he reached into the drawer, grabbing the small box from it and opening it. Rhett pulled the ring out of it.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Rhett mumbled twisting the ring around his fingers.

○○○

Felix rolled onto his side, his arms going around his boyfriend’s bare torso. Felix pressed his lips against Ryan’s neck, leaving soft love-bites all over it.

“Felix? What are you doing?” Ryan grumbled sleepily.

“Trying to get sempai to notice me.” Felix murmured, nibbling on Ryan’s ear.

“Do that later, I’m tired.” Ryan tried to roll out of Felix’s grip.

“Sempai, I love you, don’t leave.”

“Piss of Pewds.” Ryan groaned, he was always really piss-y when he was tired. Felix stuck his bottom lip out, looking up at his lover, giving the best puppy-dog eye’s possible.

“I love you.” Felix whined.

“I love you too, let me sleep.”

“Fine…”

○○○

“Jacky?” Mark had woken up, head pounding. He nudged his snoring friend again, “Jacky?” He repeated.

“Shh, go to sleep.” The Irishman placed a finger against his lips, have asleep.

“Jacky, I feel sick.” The boy whined. Jack quickly realized what was going on and sat up.

“Mmm? What? What’s wrong?” He rubbed his the sleep from eyes.

“My everything hurts.” Pouted Mark.

“Awe, I’m sorry Markimoo, do ye need any more pills?” Jack asked soothingly.

“No, I just feel bad.” Mark replied.

“How do ye want me to help?” Jack asked, not even sounding upset about being woken up so early that morning.

“I-I don’t know.” Mark sat up whimpering in pain. Jack tossed an arm over Mark’s shoulders, rubbing his hand over Mark’s arm softly. Mark leaned into the boy, feeling Jack’s gentle fingers running through his hair.

“Is that better?” Jack mumbled.

“Much, it’s really comforting, thank you so much Jacky.” Mark sniffled softly, leaning his head against Jack, who placed a hand on Mark’s forehead. Jack shook his head, sighing.

“Ye’re burning up.” Jack sighed, “I know that when I get sick like this me mum makes me eat popsicles, it should lower yeer tempter.”

“Do I have to?” Mark whined.

“Fur me?” Jack stuck his bottom lip out, batting his eyelashes.

“Fine.” Mark grunted.

“Yay! Okay Markimoo, I’ll be back!” Jack went to leave but Mark stopped him.

“No, stay… I’ll have one later.” Mark’s wide sick eye’s begging the cute Irishman to continue cuddling with the boy.

“Alright, fine.” Jack smiled, pulling Mark to lay down with him. Mark realized how much he loved Jack at that moment.

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