Two Halves of One Idiot (Septiplier)

Chapter One

Mark's P.O.V.

I ran my fingers through my hair as I exhaled, my hands finding their way along the keyboard as I tiredly edited the newest highlights video.

I noticed there were a lot of clips with Sean in the video, and hummed. I'd hadn't spoken to him in a while...

Just the though of hearing his excitable, Irish accent made my heart stutter.

I cleared my throat and exhaled, pausing and resting my head on my hand. For the longest time I've had these... urges. Just everything about Sean is alluring. His laugh, his smile, his eyes, his body. Everything.

Maybe it was feelings hidden away or maybe it was just my lonely ass seeking any affection. And sure, we constantly joke about the whole Septiplier thing, but he didn't feel that way. Did he?

No.

I glanced over at the time and sighed, chewing on my lip before standing and stretching a bit, feeling my tired body crack into place.

God I feel old... it's all the late night editing. I need to get a better routine. Regardless I decided I was just going to finish this tomorrow, it's getting far too late to upload it...

I turned, and found a small septic eye plush that Sean had given me a while back; and a smile played on my lips.

Maaaark I want you to have him! So that way I can always have my.... EYE on you! Haha!

Jesus Sean that was worse than any pun I have ever heard before. But he is cute. Thank you!! I'll keep him.

I smiled and picked up the soft plush, chuckling at the memory with Sean. He's always been a huge dork. Expecially with puns.

Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I looked at the green orb in my hands, pursing my lips and sighing.

I need to see him again. Soon. I think I might invite him over... yeah. That seems nice. Make it a meeting for collabs.

I lied back and exhaled, laying on my side and staring at a wall, closing my eyes, and drifting to sleep, my thoughts last landing on the green haired Irishman.