MARK'S POV

The rest of the week was cold. I can't think another way to describe it. Everything was cold. We were busy with our schedules, especially Jackson. He had always been the funny one which made him the popular one which made him a lot more busy than the rest of us. I still worry about him, if I am being honest with myself. 

I smile to myself. We were on our way back to our dorm. Leaning against the window next to me, I recalled some of Jackson and my good memories.

Like how we first told each other how we felt.

------FLASHBACK-------

"And cut! Good job Mark, Jackson and Eric!" The director called from behind the camera. The three of us walked out of the set.

"You know 'Markson' is super popular among your fans." Eric said walking along with us.

"To be honest, it kind of surprises me, I didn't expect it to be this popular." I replied, laughing a little.

"Really? I did. After all, I LOVE MARKIPOOH SO MUCH." Jackson said hugging me. 

"Love you too Jacks!" I giggled cheerfully, wrapping an arm arond Jackson's shoulders.

Eric laughed at us, "No wonder people like the two of you together, you guys are adorable."

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That night I could hear Jackson turning around in bed. 

"Gaga, can't sleep?"

Jacskon turned to look at Mark, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise I was that loud. Go to sleep, I'll be quiet now."

"Silly Gaga," I said getting up and going over to Jackson's bed, "Can I lay down with you here? We can