Mark sat on the edge of his couch, his lips still tingling from the kiss. Luckily the butterflies had stopped. He stood and walked to the kitchen to begin making dinner. He made steak and potatoes with spinach and white wine, hoping Jack would like it. He didn't want to ask him right now. About forty-five minutes later, Mark had set everything up real nice on his only slightly used dining table. He went down to Jack's room and knocked lightly.
"Jack?" He called quietly. He heard a sniffle behind the door.
"Dinner's ready. You can come out when you want but I'd hurry so it doesn't get cold." Mark thought Jack would wait but he swung the door open and popped out immediately, wiping his eyes quickly before following a semi-surprised Mark to the table. They both sat at the table and began to eat in silence.
"So, uh, today was pretty interesting." Jack commented as he shoved steak and potatoes into his mouth.
"Yeah." Mark replied, taking a small sip of his wine. He didn't know why but he just felt that wine was the best drink with the dinner and everything that had happened. Mark couldn't exactly pinpoint his feelings for Jack and he didn't know where Jack's feelings for him stood.
"When did you say Amy was getting back?" Jack asked out of the blue.
"Uhm." Mark was taken aback from the question and he had to think about it for a minute. "A couple of weeks probably. I'm not sure exactly." Just then, as almost on cue, Mark's phone rang. He checked his caller ID and saw it was Amy. "I'll be right back. I gotta take this." Mark stood and went into the living room to answer his phone. "Hello?"
"Hey Mark! How was your day?" Asked Amy's perky voice.
"Uhh, it was interesting." Mark said, thinking about everything that had happened.
"Well that's good. I have to go but I'll talk to you tomorrow? I just wanted to check in real quick."
Mark nodded. "Okay Amy, talk to you then."
"I love you Mark."
"Yeah, you too Amy. Bye." Mark abruptly hung up the phone and it left a pit in his stomach. He walked back to the table and sat down, taking a deep sip of his wine.
"What's up?" Jack asked, noticing Mark's suddenly sour mood.
"Nothing. Everything's fine." Mark snapped.
"Geez Mark, I was just asking. Don't snap at me for trying to check on my best friend!" Jack's voice escalated until he was yelling. He grunted in frustration before shoving one more forkful of steak, potatoes, and spinach into his mouth and gulping down his wine. "I'll see you in the morning." Jack left the table and went to his room, locking the door behind him. Mark rested his head on his hands.
"Tomorrow is going to be shit." Mark groaned as he finished his food and wine before cleaning up the kitchen and heading to bed.
Jack woke up bright and early and checked his phone.
"So many notifications." He groaned as he checked as many as he could. He got dressed and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth which were disgusting from last night's dinner. He went into the living room and sat on the couch and opened YouTube on his phone. He went through his most recent video's comments. He replied to as many as he could before Mark came out into the living room still in his pajamas.
"Morning." Mark said quietly to Jack as he walked over to the coffee machine.
"Good mornin' Mark. Ya know, I think it'd be best if I left. I want to salvage what's left of the friendship we have before I mess up the rest of it."
"Nonsense Jack. I was just being an asshole yesterday." Mark argued.
"No, Mark, really. I'm already packed. I..." His sentence trailed off. "I'm just going to go back to Ireland. I'm not doing anyone any good by being here. I just wanted to tell you in person so you wouldn't freak." Jack stood and went to get his bag in his room. Mark walked after him and grabbed his arm, pulling the smaller man towards him.
"No, Jack, please. You don't need to go."
"Yes, I do. Let me go Mark."
"No, Jack. Please, stay here. I need you here." Mark's eyes filled with pleading as he looked at Jack. "Please."
"I'm going." Jack broke free of Mark's grip and continued towards his room.
"No!" Mark called as he bounded after his best friend. He tripped over a shoe he had left in the hallway and tackled Jack accidentally. They looked into each other's eyes meaningfully. Suddenly, the front door opened and both of the men turned their heads to see Amy entering the house. She saw the two in their position and her eyes widened.