septiplier one shots

Because of Him (Part 2 - Final)

Continued...

I took my time walking into town while trying to find a bar. The streets were alive but not as alive as they usually are. If everything was how it was normally then I would most likely be one of the pedestrians that gets shoved around while trying to make their way downtown. That's how it usually ended up anyways, but not tonight. It wasn't like that at all, not near as many people that are usually paroling the streets. It made this a perfect evening stroll downtown.

I usually went to a familiar bar that Danny and I went to all the time a while ago when we actually went places together. For some reason, I just didn't feel like going to that bar tonight. After all, I was trying to forget about the bastard, not remember him and the things we used to do. I also didn't want to run into him after everything that had gone down. For all I know he could've ran out of the apartment and came back to the same bar to drown himself in alcohol. So I made a right and started scoping out the different shops lined up and down the streets, looking for a bar.

It wasn't long before I found one that most of my friends who lived here had talked about before but I had never went. I guess tonight would be the night I actually went then. I sped up my pace a bit and flung open the door once I got to the entrance. I was hit with a mixture of loud voices and music and of course, the smell of alcohol. It didn't bother me though, that's what every bar had in store for you.

I looked around at the different people inside just to make sure I didn't see a familiar mane of brown hair anywhere. Thankfully, I didn't so I let out a relieved sigh as I made my way up to the area of the bar where people were serving drinks. When I got up there I noticed a woman and a man on my right and a man on my left. The couple on the right didn't seem that shady but I wouldn't trust them to take me home if I got too drunk and couldn't take myself home. Just as I looked over at the guy on my left to check him out I noticed he already had his eyes on me. We locked gazes for a split second but then he quickly looked away, hiding a hint of blush on his cheeks. I chuckled under my breath at his reaction. Now I could actually check him out though, and he didn't seem too bad at all.

He was actually very good looking. He had great facial features that added onto his big blue eyes, as blue as the ocean, and his short brown hair with hints of grey found among it. Not bad at all.

I realized I had been checking him out for too long, though, when I noticed he had turned to look at me again but froze when our eyes met a second time. This time though, he didn't look away, and neither did I. That's when I discovered another thing of his that was to die for; his smile. He smiled this crooked smile at me and I felt as though he was a much more happier person now. His teeth did seem to point slightly inward but to me, it was adorable. And I know, smiles should make people seem happier but I didn't know how to describe it any other way when it came to him. I was knocked out of my trance once again as I heard his voice talking out to me and I hurried to catch what he said.

"Uh.. hi. My name is- um, Jack." he said in a shaky voice, his Irish accent mixing in with the anxiousness, but that smile was still plastered on his face. I felt my lips form a smile and I nodded at him.

"Nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Mark." I told him, and I held out a hand. He looked down at my hand and looked back up into my eyes nervously. He still took it though, and with a strong grip, I must say. I happily shook his hand while studying his face a bit more. He was now biting his lip and I couldn't get over how cute he was being right now.

All of these feelings were rushing over me all at once and I couldn't control them. He was the one causing them but there was no way in hell that I wanted him to leave just to make them go away. They didn't bother me actually, they were just telling me that this man had an impact on me and I knew it.

We started a small conversation about what we did for a living and the things we liked and stuff. Turns out we both had an interest in gaming and that's exactly what the both of us did as our jobs. He told me about his YouTube channel and how he had moved to LA to find better opportunities as well as I did. We actually got along pretty well.

In the middle of a story Jack was telling me about his family back in Ireland, a bartender came with my
drink and I thanked them.

"Y'know, I haven't gotten anything to drink yet because I already feel so- alive, I guess is how you would explain it." he said that last part sheepishly and looked down at the ground while scratching the back of his neck. I smirked at him and took a swig of the intoxicated drink.

"Hm. What's making you already 'feel so alive' then Jack?" I asked curiously with the smirk still on my lips. He looked up at me and started laughing a little bit. He soon calmed down and slipped back into his nervous state.

"I- uh, I'm not sure... Maybe it's.. you, Mark.." he struggled out. I blinked and set my drink down slowly.

"You're- You're serious?" I asked, astonished. My throat suddenly felt really dry and my heart was beating out of my chest. He laughed again, more nervously this time considering what he just told me.

"Uh.. yeah. It's- I'm pretty sure it's you.." he confirmed his confession and I stood there, amazed that he had enough courage to actually tell me that.

He had fallen for me just as easily as I had fallen for him. That's what I thought, at least. I hoped that was the situation, I really liked this guy. I wanted him in my life and I knew he would not only be the perfect distraction for forgetting about that other douche, but also the perfect replacement for my happiness. I knew he would make me happy and I couldn't wait for him to do so. I guess make me even more happy now that I'm already in a better mood than I was just an hour or so ago. I just had to make the rest of this night go well. I couldn't mess anything up, I couldn't hold back. I needed him and it looked like he needed me, too. He needed a confidence booster and I was happy to help him become more comfortable with the outside world. We needed each other, is what I'm trying to say, and I wasn't going give up trying to get us together until we were both happy in each other's arms.