Mason looked down at the club before bringing his gaze back to Mark who was now biting his bottom lip. Mason's eyes lasered in on the action and he swallowed heavily, now distracted. Mark laughed and Mason blinked several times to refocus.

"This place is pretty sick," Mark commented casually, looking over the room with a lazy smile. "I wouldn't mind us coming back here."

"Yeah . . . " Mason agreed, pulling his eyes away from Mark to look over the dance floor. He took another gulp of his soda before his eyes landed on some familiar faces. "Those three are having a great time."

Mark tried to follow Mason's stare, laughing when he finally found who Mason was looking at. Jasmine had joined them and all four of them were now flossing terribly in the center of the dance floor. Mark and Mason laughed at their terrible dancing, pointing out when any of them did something particularly dumb or silly.

After Mason and Mark decided to stop making fun of their friends, and Mason had gotten another video of them, Mark turned to look at an empty space in the corner. Mark gestured over to the space, looking back at Mason.

"Do you want to go sit down?" Mark asked, earning an eyebrow raise from Mason.

"On the floor, when there are all these free seats around us?" Asked Mason in return, gaining a laugh from Mark.

"Yeah actually." Mason scoffed loudly, and Mark laughed as he tried to defend his case. "Come on, it will be more fun that way."

Mason didn't really believe any of what Mark was spewing, but he decided to go along with it. He sighed and nodded in agreement, so when Mark started to walk over to the small space of wall in the corner, Mason followed. They sat where the two corners met, so Mason had to throw his legs over Mark's so they could sit as close together as they did.

The two chuckled as they adjusted themselves. It was awkward for a moment, sitting and touching as much as they did. But the two of them quickly got used to it and were comfortable again.

Mark went quiet for a second, holding his bottle against his lips as he watched Mason. A wave of awareness hit Mason. Suddenly every place where a part of his body touched Mark's was hot and Mark's gaze on him was the hottest of all. Mason quickly sparked up a conversation, trying to distract himself from the sudden awareness.

Mark didn't really notice Mason's behavior and responded as usual. After several minutes of the two talking, Mason was able to ignore it and listen to the words coming out of Mark's mouth. Suddenly, the club was like any other place the two were in, and the two friends conversed and laughed like any other day.

Mason felt the length of the night hit him and, for some reason, thought it a good idea to rest his head against Mark's shoulder. Mark's heart jumped every time he looked down and found Mason's head breaths away from his. With all the alcohol inside of him, it was hard to rationalize the emotion.

He really wanted to kiss Mason; it was the only thing on his mind. He stared at the top of his head, breathing onto the head of curly hair as Mason continued to speak. The words began to go through one ear and out the other. He was too focused on Mason.

Mason who was laying his head against his shoulder and his legs against Mark's. Mason's melodic voice continued to flow over Mark's ears as gentle background noise to the thoughts running through Mark's head. A couple of words got through Mark's muddled brain, words that shocked him.

"It would be so weird if Gabe was actually into me." Mason thought aloud, chuckling at the simple thought of it. "It would really change the dynamic of our relationship, you know? Plus it wouldn't make sense. There are plenty of cute guys for him to be into. I don't know why he would pick me."

Mark was seriously flabbergasted. Gabe, that asshole, not choosing Mason? Mason was way out of his league, he would only be so lucky to get Mason. And Mason, not thinking that Gabe would choose him.

Mark wanted to be happy that Mason was still unaware of Gabe liking him, and if he was thinking soundly, he would continue to let Mason think that Gabe didn't like him. But it rubbed him all types of wrong ways thinking that his Mason thought so poorly of himself. The alcohol seemed to remove Mark's filter, and he was suddenly speaking.

"You really have no idea how sexy you are?" Said Mark in disbelief. Mason was dumbstruck, completely shocked by the words that came out of Mark's mouth. Mason's mouth opened and closed as he struggled to find a response.

"You mean to gay guys?" Mason asked with a laugh, trying to ease the meaning of the statement.

"To me," Mark replied. Mason pulled his head off of Mark's shoulder, sitting up to look Mark in the eye. The two were so close, and while Mason thought of kissing Mark, he stayed so close to trying to read Mark's eyes. See if he was being honest. Mark's eyes swept down to Mason's pouty lips, and he began to lick his own. Mark began to lean forward, and Mason panicked at the thought of Mark trying to kiss him. What would he do? Kiss him back? Pull away? Mason hadn't decided yet when Mark suddenly hiccupped and pulled back to take another swig of his beer.

"Ugh, sorry," Mark told him, going to have another drink of his beer then realizing that it was empty. He threw the bottle away carelessly and laughed. "Even sitting down my balance is now shit."

Mason's shoulders fell, realizing that Mark's words and actions were just the results of some alcohol. He should have known. He had been around Mark drinking countless times. The guy was always more relaxed and chill, even more than usual. He would say whatever he wanted and smile like no tomorrow. And that was if he was still awake because usually, he got so tired that he was napping halfway through the party, waking up to repeat the cycle all over again.

Probably didn't even mean the words coming out of his mouth. Mason thought with a sigh. Really, he was only thinking about one sentence in particular. Yeah, he doesn't believe that I'm sure.

Mason, now very disappointed, decided that it was time for him and Mark to join the others. Mason's night was already over after this situation. So, he rather not have to battle with his brain and heart while he sat next to Mark for the rest of the time they were here.

Mason fumbled a bit as he got up from over Mark's legs before turning around and putting out his hand for Mark.

"Come on. Let's go join the others." Mason told him, to which Mark complied by taking his hand and standing up.

Mason took a sip of his now flat soda while He and Mark walked over to the stairs. Before they had even taken three steps, Jasmine was appearing at the top of the stairs. She began grabbing her heels one at a time, a deep frown on her lips as she cursed at the things before she stood back up. She then noticed the boys and called out to them with a "come here" sweep of her arm. Mason began to move faster and had to pull Mark along since he did not care about keeping his sister waiting.

Jasmine tiredly threw her hands on her hips as the boys walked up to her.

"We're all tired. We want to head out and you're the only person who stayed sober enough to drive." Jasmine explained to Mason, eyeing the glass in his hand. "Or not . . . is that beer?"

Mason shook his head, taking a final gulp out of the large cup.

"Soda. I wanted to keep myself occupied. And with its color, I fit right in." Mason told her, sighing as he finished the cup. "Come on, let's go. I was actually tired of this place too."

Mark and Mason began to follow Jasmine as she turned to go downstairs, but she suddenly stopped.

"Oh, by the way, we want to give Daniel and Tobias a ride," Jasmine said, eyes wide as she finally remembered what had been on her mind. "They are both way too drunk to take the transit alone and we have the extra space now that Kellie went off with that guy."

"Which guy?" Mark asked, surprised by the new, to him, development. He was soon ignored.

"But there is still one extra person. How will you guys fit?" Mason asked, thinking of the six of them fitting into a five-seater.

"I can just sit on Mark's lap," Jasmine told them, getting a shocked look from Mark.

"I never agreed to that," Mark commented, which was also ignored.

"As long as you two are comfortable," Mason replied, knowing that Mark's protests wouldn't have any effect on Jasmine. "You can go round everyone up. I need to use the bathroom first."

Jasmine nodded in understanding and took her brother's hand before pulling him down to the first floor. Mason followed behind them, turning in the opposite direction to head off to the bathroom. After relieving his bladder of all the soda he drank, he washed his hands and looked up into the mirror.

While staring at his own eyes, nose, lips, and cheeks, Mason's mind wandered back to what Mark had said not too long before. Mason thought that Mark had probably just been spouting utter nonsense, but Mark had never been known to lie or say anything but the truth when drunk.

Honest drunks were a thing, right?

But Mason tried to push those thoughts back. Those were the thoughts that made him overly hopeful. Those were the thoughts that could get him into trouble if he listened. Mason was walking back through the club, finding Jasmine standing with the majority of their group near the entrance. Mason remembered the person who was missing and quickly went to ask Clark about him.

"Gabe?" Clark responded, frowning softly as he thought over the last time he saw him. "I think your friend left a while ago. Saw him with some Latino guy."

Jasmine, who had been listening, butted in.

"That Puerto Rican I think!" Yelled Jasmine, thinking that Mason couldn't hear her despite how close they were.

Mason nodded, humming under his breath.

"Alright. I wanted to tell him that we were leaving. But if he's already gone then we can just go." Mason explained to her.

After that, the six of them left. Mark ended up with his sister on his lap, complaining once every fifteen minutes about the injustice of the world. Mason considered telling him about the injustice for him, driving around for nearly two hours and dropping everyone off. But, Mason wouldn't complain. He had a great time tonight and was glad he could help out his friends.

The issue arose when the only people Mason had to drop off were the twins, but the car was Jasmine's. Mason could just take her car back to his place, and Mark could help her pick it up the next day, but Mason felt very crappy about keeping his friend's car. Jasmine was the one who came up with the next solution.

"Why don't you just stay over at our house?" She suggested a wide drunk smile on her lips. "I don't see any problem with that, and we can drop you off tomorrow."

Mason wanted to worry about how sound her idea was since she had so much alcohol, but he decided to ignore that. Mark didn't have any protests since he had fallen asleep after Jasmine had gotten off of him like an hour ago. It was a possibility, he had nothing to do the next day. But the issue lay somewhere else.

I'm not so sure I want to be in the same house with your brother after he called me sexy. Mason thought with a frustrated huff. Not only is it awkward, but I get easy access that I really don't need.

"What was that?" Asked Jasmine innocently, not noticing the way that Mason's face paled. He did not just say that aloud!

"I didn't say anything." Mason squeaked out. Jasmine accepted his response and Mason let out a heavy sigh of relief. "Okay fine, I'll stay over. I'm dead tired and your mom might make some good breakfast in the morning."

Jasmine cheered as best she could while half asleep and Mason hoped that he hadn't made a grave mistake. He would find out in the morning, he guessed.