Septiplier One Shots

I'm Here

So it may not have been his most thought through plan but some of the best things happen on impulse, Jack thought as he looked out the window of the taxi. It was getting pretty late actually, he couldn't make out any stars in the LA sky but it brought a different kind of comfort to him then back at home. The closer Jack got to his destination the more he started to worry, this was stupid, he should just catch the next flight home. Jack felt his leg start bouncing in anticipation, nope. He was going back, he thought.

"Kid, we're here," the driver said turning around, "that'll be ummm... 27 bucks."

"Oh," Jack said looking out the window at the house they had pulled up to and fishing in his pockets for his wallet and pulling out a fifty, he didn't have much in the way of American money. Again, he did not think this through, "Um... do you have change?"

The cabbie huffed taking the bill and handing Jack back the change. Jack crawled out and moved to the truck getting his over the shoulder bag out and pulling it up. Closing the trunk, the cab drove away and Jack was left standing in a near completely foreign environment. "Fuck," he whispered to the air around him.

It's only been five months but somehow it felt like more, it made him sound like a love-sick puppy but that wasn't too far from the truth. Almost four months ago, Mark had invited him to the states for a livestream, nothing big just a month in the states. At first, he had been apprehensive to accept his request. It's not like he really knew Mark, like really knew him. But after sitting on it for a few hours, he said fuck it and agreed to go. It was only a month not like anything horrible could happen, he could power through a few games have them queued up. Not to mention, he was a huge fan himself of Mark.

At first he awkward and shy but he warmed up pretty fast. Matt and Ryan were both great and he got along well enough with them. Mark, though, he really was something. He was kind but don't let it get past ya, he could also get pretty pissed pretty fast. But all and all he was amazing and after a week he could safely say he liked Mark and that they could really become great friends. One night, three days before Jack had to go home, Mark had knocked on the door of the guest room he had and asked if he wanted to go out for a drink, Jack stared at him a moment slightly confused. After a beat, Mark adjusted his question saying that they could go out and Jack could get a drink, to which Jack agreed.

The bar wasn't crowded and Jack doesn't remember much of the conversation they shared just that it was something meaningful, not about YouTube, but about life and shit. Slowly, things started to get warming feeling and everything got a little funny, Jack knew he could keep going but called quits. He glanced at his phone to check the time. Almost midnight, it's a wonder they hadn't been kicked out yet. Mark agreed that they should head home and helped Jack to his feet. He was fine on his own but the warmth was nice and Mark didn't seem to care as he leaned into it.

"This is a lil gay," Mark whispered into the cool night air about a block from his house. Jack snorted and started to pull away. He could walk on his own anyway. But then Mark's arm tightened around his waist slightly. "I didn't say it bothered me." Jack didn't say anything, there wasn't anything to be said really was there. He sorta hated when people called things gay n' shit. Why does it need a label, shit should just happen.

When they got to the door Mark let him go and maybe he was wrong, he did need him because he started to sway. He regrets this, some Irishman he was. Mark unlocked the door and they went in, Mark turned to him like he had something on the tip of his tongue to say. Instead, he turned away and wished Jack a goodnight. Jack still doesn't know what made him do it but he called out his name. Mark stopped and turned around looking uncomfortable. Jack suddenly felt bad, this was probably his fault, he kinda crossed lines sometimes. "Uh, nevermind. Sorry for whatever I did." Jack lowered his head and went to move past Mark to his room, where he was planning to hide the rest of the night. A hand came out and stopped him.