Mark the date (MarkiplierxReader)

(Back to TJ's POV THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY REALLY SHORT IM SORRY. I'm kind of suffering writers block rip but I know what I want to do next chapter so expect another one soon :) )
My head was foggy and my eyes even more so. The light was harsh and bright, I heard talking and turned to see two figures; "m-Mark? Sydney?" I hesitated, squinting to focus.
"TJ oh my god." Sydney put one hand over her mouth, Mark smiled and got out of the way as Sydney came towards me "don't do that." She hugged me and I groaned. "Don't you ever do that" her voice shook and cracked, she didn't cry often.
"I'll go." Mark excused himself to the doorway where I made out another man with bright green hair, presumably Jack. They started talking and Jack looked suddenly angry and surprised. Mark was sullen, pausing only for a second to say what he had to say.
"Umm..." Sydney swallowed her pride and looked at me, wiping her cheeks of any stray tears "Jack and Mark has invited me to stay with them, while you recover. Well," she paused and broke our stare "Mark did, Jack doesn't seem too happy about it." I heard him laugh from the doorway
"It's fine." Jack said happily "don't worry about it." That's not how he looked when Mark walked past him... I think he might be faking. "Just happy yer alright." He walked beside me and looked at Sydney "do you mind if I take a minute?" Sydney smiled, squeezed his shoulder comfortingly and walked off.
I watched her go and glanced back to Jack "how are you feelin?" He tried to sound genuine, his whole act was questionable. "We were real worried."
"So was I." I stated, my throat dryer than I remembered. A silence hung in the air around us uncomfortably, this wasn't like the silences Mark and I shared; we always shared the best silences. "Jack I know you don't like me, I don't know why- fuck that actually, I know exactly why; it's because I'm spending time with Mark." Jack stood awkwardly
"I-Its not that... It's just that this is so... Weird." He rubbed his arm "this is new, we've never done this before..." He froze for a couple seconds and quietly mumbled "I heard you two... On night one, talking." He glanced down "I heard him talking, he's a good guy but he genuinely seemed like he cared." He was struggling for words "not that he doesn't care for his fans!"
"But I'm not a fan."
"...exactly." He looked at me "you're not a fan." He echoed me hollowly.
I scanned him and squinted, off task I startled him "where do you stand with my sister?" I was trying to give him the same stare down, he quivered under my gaze.
      "W-what?" He was confused, I enjoyed startling him. "Sydney?" I didn't repeat myself. He just blushed and looked down, he rubbed the back of his neck and ran fingers through his green hair. "She's nice." He smiled. "Really nice, I enjoy hangin out with her." He glanced to me and quickly darted his eyes away. Again we were greeted with an unwelcome silence. After a couple minutes Jack sat down on the end of the hospital bed. "How do you feel about... Mark?" I stopped and looked down, much in the fashion he did.
      "He's sweet and kind. I just," I paused "I don't know what to do."
      "Join the party." Jack smiled at me and I smiled back.
      "We can be awkward together."
      "Awkward together." He agreed. I looked at my wrists, they were wrapped  and looked beaten, and my smile faded.
      Awkward together.
      Awkward together.