A Septiplier Story

Chapter 3

Jack's POV

I walked up to Mark's door and knocked.

"Hello? It's Jack!" I yelled.

The door opened. Mark was behind it smiling.

"Hi Jack!" He said pulling me in for a hug. It was a nice welcoming hug. He pulled away.

"Come on inside."

After settling in, I walked into Mark's office.

"Hey Mark, wanna play some games?"

He turned around and stared me down.

"When would I not want to play games?" He said.

Then he smiled and pulled up a chair next to him. I sat down and started to play a game with him.

"Damn it! How are you so good at this?!" He screamed in anger. I laughed.

"I don't know, maybe it's because I'm better at games than you are" I teased.

"Shut up, I'm awesome at games and you're just jealous" He gave me a push.

"Yea that's definitely true" I laughed again.

"DAMN IT!" He yells.

"You're so good at games" I sarcastically say.

Mark glares at me. Woah. I've never seen Mark like that before. He looks like he's gonna murder me.

"Okay, I'll stop" I say. After a while I start to get hungry.

"Hey Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm hungry"

"Alright. How about I'll cook you something?" He says getting up. I followed him into the kitchen.

"Let's see, I can make you some pasta. Is that good?" He asks.

"Yeah" I reply.

"Alright"

"I'm going to take a shower." I say. I head to the bathroom.

Mark's POV

Okay okay. I think I'm acting normal... right? He doesn't know anything... At least I hope not. I add the finishing touches to the pasta then I set the plates on the table. Jack comes back.

"That pasta smells so good." He says.

But all I can think about is how cute he looks with his pjs on. I think he noticed me staring.

"Oh do you like them? They're new septic Sam pjs" He says.

"Oh yeah yeah. Sorry. Um let's eat?" Let's eat? What the fuck am I saying? God I'm stupid.

Jack's POV

I wash off our dishes in the sink as Mark goes and gets ready for bed. So dinner was a bit weird. Mark seems a little off. I wonder what's up with him. I'll talk to him tomorrow. I'm too tired right now. I go to the guest room and get in the bed. I check Twitter and Tumblr before turning off the lights. I lay there looking at the ceiling. I can't sleep. I mean, I don't really sleep anyway. So I just watched Netflix until I fell sound asleep.