Chemicals (septiplier) part 3

Mark sat in the hallway, head in his hands. How stupid of him, falling in love with his best friend and letting it get in the way of recording videos. Jack must think he's mad, Mark felt mad. He sighed, running his fingers though his messy hair. What an idiot. What an absolute idiot.
He should get up, get over Jack and carry on with the video and stop being such a lovesick puppy. If only it were that easy, Mark wished with another sigh.
"Mark?" Asked a familiar Irish voice, quietly. Mark looked up at Jack with a weak smile, trying to ignore the concern of Jack's face. He sat down next to Mark, taking a similar position with his arms wrapped around his knees. "You okay buddy?"
He could feel Jack's eyes on him, filled with concern. "Yeah, course." Mark laughed hoarsely, sounding unbelievable even to himself.
"Mark-"
"I'm fine Jack, really!" Mark shouted, immediately regretting it. Jack fell silent, looking to the side away from Mark. Great, now look what he's done, hurt the only person he's ever loved this way.
"I think I might go and get a drink," Jack muttered, the hurt evident in his voice. He began to get up but, terrified, Mark shot his hand out onto Jack's arm. "Mark, let go." Jack instructed firmly.
Mark shook his head, tightening his grip. "Jack, I'm sorry, I...I don't know what came over me. I just, I...it's just that..."
"What, Mark? It's just that what?" The man with green hair demanded, coldly.
Mark opened his mouth to speak, to let the words spill out of his mouth...'I love you Jack'...but nothing came out and he shook his head, frustrated.
"Let me go, Mark." This time Mark complied, realising his hold on Jack's arm. His footsteps echoed down the hall, each step another dagger in Mark's heart.
What the fuck was wrong with him? How did that help anything? Why did he have to be such a fucking idiot all the time and always mess everything up? Why did he always hurt people every time he tried to do good?
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Jack stormed outside, feeling like he'd just been stabbed in the back. What the hell was wrong with Mark? Why was he being such a dick all of a sudden? What had he done?
Jack paced around in frustration, slowly wandering further and further from the building in which the lab with the awaiting video sat.
Suddenly he stopped, a though popping into his head...what if Mark had figured out Jack's feelings for him? What if he had realised that Jack was stupidly head over heels for him and, obviously not feeling the same way, was trying to give the hint that Jack should stop being such an idiot. What if this was all Jack's fault?
Yet if that was it then why was Mark being so weird about it? Sure, it must be weird to know your best friend is in love with you, but to act like this? The Mark Jack knew and loved would just laugh it off and joke about it, teasing Jack, not make a big deal of it like this.
Suddenly, Jack looked around and realised he had absolutely no idea where he was. He didn't recognise his surroundings and there wasn't a soul in sight, nor was there a signpost anywhere.
With the last of his hurt and fury diminishing, Jack sighed deeply and collapsed onto the floor, leaning back against the cold brick wall and closing his eyes.
He felt stupid now for acting that way, he knew it would have hurt Mark to do that and hurting Mark was the last thing Jack wanted. Why did life have to be so fucking complicated? It was just so infuriating, to love someone who didn't feel the same way...
Jack opened his eyes, gazing at the sky. An airplane crawled lazily across the bright blue sky, drawing a curve of contrails so effortlessly, the contrasting white striking against its backdrop. He almost wished it was a shooting star so that he could make a wish, a wish to make all of this go away. A wasted wish that could never come true, but a nice though, all the same.
Jack felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and stretched his leg out so that he could fish it out. A picture of Mark with his ASS ASS glasses, warfstache and middle fingers up with an open mouthed smile lit up the screen, the name 'BUMBUM' flashing at the top.
He hesitated for a moment, then answered the call. "Hey, Bum Bum."
Mark chuckled on the other end and Jack relaxed slightly. Hopefully that meant that he had forgiven Jack. Hopefully.
"Hey, Boopy Doopy," Jack smiled, shaking his head slightly. What a pair of idiots. "Listen, Jack, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you and left the recording and then not explained anything. I'm a fucking idiot, I know that, just please don't be mad at me." Mark pleaded to Jack's surprise.
"Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you? I'm the one who stormed out without giving you the chance to explain. Sorry about that, by the way."
Mark didn't respond for a moment, putting Jack on edge slightly. "Well, fuck me then." He laughed, dispensing the little tension. "Where the hell are you Jack? We have a video to finish ya know."
Relief flooded Jack. "Um, actually, about that..."
"Oh Jesus Jack, what the fuck have you done now?" Laughed the American.
"I have no clue where I am. Like, at all." He heard Mark sigh and then burst out laughing.
"You fucking idiot. I'll get, uh, whatshisname-"
"Tom."
"-yeah, Tom, I'll get him and we'll come find your dumbass. Just stay put or this'll end up a wild goose chase like that time we lost Felix in the sofa shop."
Jack chuckled at the memory. "I'm not going anywhere." He promised, ending the call and slipping his phone back into his pocket.
He looked back up at the sky, the airplane from before now barely just in sight. Maybe airplanes can act like shooting stars and make wishes come true after all.