((OCC: I know! I had two friends like that as well. It seems like most girls freak out about it. >.> <3))
A slightly amused look brightened Jackson's eyes and he nodded. "Okay, Mark," he said warmly, following Mark out the door, but going in a different direction toward his house. He had his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face as he walked. Jackson was a happy man, and was looking forward to spending more time with Mark, the man who was now his. In a way, he almost felt odd with how much he was thinking about Mark, but he didn't care.
It didn't take him long to get back to his house and jog back up to his room real quick to grab his phone. While he was grabbing his phone, he happened to notice the hickey that Mark had left on his neck and his grin turned lopsided. Most likely, he probably had scratches left on his shoulder by Mark as well. All of it made him pleased, because he was physically marked as Mark's.
Before he left, he wrote a quick note for his mum in case she came home early, saying he was hanging out with Mark and after he had that written he left and walked back to Mark's house, wondering what it wa that Toby needed to talk to Mark about.