So stupid! ‘I love you’? Who says that to their best friend?! I asked myself as I walked home. I kept asking myself, What if he doesn’t like me that way? What if he heard me? Will we ever talk again if he did?! I panicked and tried to think of good outcomes but most of them were, What if he feels the same? There were so many bad outcomes I couldn’t stop thinking of them. I opened my front door and was greeted by Chica, she jumped up and licked my face.
“Hey Chica-bica.” I said rubbing her ears. I went to my recording room and tried to record a video. It was video after video after video. And of course I didn’t post any of them, I wasn’t happy with them. I was thinking of Jack too much, my videos weren’t even 10 minutes long because of all the cuts of me spacing off. I decided to take a break to collect my thoughts and tried and stop thinking of Jack. I made the video, trying to keep the spacing off to a minimum, and uploaded it. I was a little nervous, not knowing if my fans would be mad or not. It got 100 views in less than 2 minutes, I look at the comments as they came in, some were supportive while others were annoyed. I ignored the annoyed comments and started to think of Jack again, I felt myself getting emotional. I covered my face as I felt the tears fall through my fingers.
(Short time skip)
I finally stopped crying and went to my kitchen for something to refill me, I sat on my couch and watched tv, of course still thinking of Jack, then I heard a knock at my door, I sat my food on the coffee table and got off the couch to answer it. I looked down to see the same person I couldn’t stop thinking about.
“Mark!” he said worry in his voice.
“Hi Jack, whatcha doing here?” I asked fixing my floof.
“Well, you called me and all I could hear on the other line was crying,” he said.
“I’m sorry, I must have butt dialed you.” I said rubbing the back of my neck.
He came in and we sat on the couch, watched TV, talked, laughed. I love his laugh; it’s adorable. That’s why I love to make him laugh. We kept talking until I heard another knock at the door. I got up and opened the door to see Bob and Wade.
“What are you two doing here?” I looked at them and they looked at me.
“A pizza party?” Bob asked.
I sighed, “Ok come in.” I walked inside with them behind me and they saw Jack.
Wade leaned on Bob and said, “Oooh,” wiggling his eyebrows.
“Shut up Wade!” I exclaimed, slightly blushing. Bob, Wade, and Jack laughed. I blushed harder.
Jack stood up and patted my shoulder. I jolted and he looked at me with a soft smile. “You ok Mark? You’re as red as a tomato.” He placed his hand on my forehead, “And you’re really warm…are you sick?”
Bob and Wade came over to help.
“No, no I’m ok,” I said blushing, hoping they would believe me. We walked to the couch.
“I already ordered the pizza, so it should be here soon.” As soon as Bob finished the doorbell rang.
Wade, Bob, and I went to the door to help carry in the pizza. Jack stayed on the couch. There were three types of pizza. Bob had gotten cheese, pepperoni, and hawaiian. We sat it on the table and sat down.