His Bright Eyes (Septiplier)

The Best Answer

-Mark's POV-

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, and frowned at my hair.

"Ugh." I said out loud.

"Are you looking at your hair again," echoed his voice from the shower.

"I must have found three more grey hairs this morning alone," I grumbled.

"Your hair looks fine," he said, opening the shower curtain slightly and poking his head out. "Even with a few grey hairs. Now come in here, or I'm keeping all the hot water for myself."

I sighed and glancing at the mirror one last time, I finished undressing and stepped into the hot shower with him.

He smiled and walked over to me, his face clean and shiny, and his head and shoulders covered with sudsy shampoo. I wrapped my arms around him, and gave a gentle squeeze to his ass.

"You're grabby today," he giggled, wrapping his arms around my neck and giving me a kiss.

"I think that I'm allowed," I said. "I'm the birthday boy, you know."

"Oh, so your birthday starts three days early, huh?' he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, so I am celebrating a little bit ahead of the party," I said, giving his butt another grab. "By the way, are you sure you don't need any help with anything?"

"No, the party is all planned so please don't try to help," he said as he turned me around to scrub my back. If it wasn't for your heart and your therapy sessions I would have done a surprise party, but the last thing we need is for you to end up in the hospital again.

I laughed. "Yeah, I'd rather not fall over dead at my birthday bash. I would miss out on the cake."

"No cake will go uneaten on my watch," Jack said in mock sorrow. "We will all enjoy eating and drinking in your memory."

I turned around and hugged him tightly as we laughed.

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-Jack's POV-

*buzz buzz buzz*

I opened my eyes up and pushed the snooze alarm with my right hand. I groaned when I saw the time. 7:15am was so much earlier than I like to get up, but today I wanted to make sure that I got up earlier than Mark. His birthday breakfast was all planned and I wanted to make absolutely sure that I got up before -

I looked over to the left side of the bed, and he wasn't there.

Really? The one day I needed him to sleep through the alarm.

I glanced over to the opened bathroom, but there was no sign of him. I started getting out of the bed to go downstairs.

I swear to God, If he is already in the kitchen making himself breakfast, I'm going to -

I felt a pulling on my left hand, and looking down, one of my legs still on the bed, I saw a red string tied around my left ring finger. As I lifted my hand to look closer I realized that the string was incredibly long, and went all the way across the bed, and then on the floor and turned left into the hallway.

What the hell?

I took part of the string in my hands and pulled. The string began to move, and after a couple of tugs, it almost felt like it was dragging something at the end of it.

"Mark?" I called out, but there was no sounds from the hallway.

I continued to pull the string, and a small pile began to collect near my legs on the bed. Finally I could hear a slight scraping sound, and saw on the floor of the doorway a small bright blue box. With a few more pulls the box tapped my knee, and I lifted it up, and only then did I realize what it was