Gayer With Dorms - Septiplier College AU Fanfiction

Two

Jack

I whistled as I carefully spun the spoon in the bowl. The steam rose from it, like fog uplifting from a horrible rainy day.

Once I finished mixing, I picked up the bowl and started to my mother's bedroom. Knocking gently on the wooden door beyond me, my mother called out, "Come.. in."

I opened the door into the darkened small room, where only a TV gave off enough light to see my surroundings. And I saw my mom, sitting up, wrapped in her blankets on her bed.

    "I made you soup mom, home made," I said, giving off a light smile. Her face brightened, although it took her lots of effort to smile back.

    "Thank you, Sean darling," she said, reaching for the bowl slowly and kissing my cheek as I leaned over to give her the soup.

    "Mom," I complained quietly, looking down.
     "Oh, s-sorry honey, I'm not used to calling you Jack," she apologized as she fiddled with the spoon.

    "It's okay mom, really. I understand. But you gotta make sure you don't call me that once you meet Mark," I joked around, running my hand behind my neck.

She remained silent after that and began to have herself to the soup. I stood quietly, observing my mom.

She had gotten so sick to the point where her eyes looked almost closed although she was awake, and her skin was wrinkly. She was only in her late 40s. Her movements were quite slow yet delicate, and her voice was raspy. Her temperature always stayed very cold and below average.

She of course was still the same mom of mine in heart though.

She paused from eating and looked at me.

   "You can sit down, Jack," she offered. I accepted patiently, and sat down at the foot of the bed.

    "So.. tell me more a-about Mark," she said, almost excitedly. I smiled softly and nodded.

    "Well, He has red hair. Oh, and he's very muscular. He has glasses, and the most charming laugh.." I went on, staring at the ceiling, imagining Mark holding me in his grip at the beach.

I snapped back to reality and looked at my mom, who was smiling so largely, her rotting teeth showed clearly.

Blood rushed to my cheeks as I looked down.

   "I'm so.. so proud of you, honey," she said. I looked at her. "You.. you came out to me about liking boys. You k-knew I wouldn't care and you.. trusted m-m-me. I can't wait to meet this Mark guy."

I laughed quietly. "I love you mom," I said, leaning over to gently hug her.

     "Can you show me a photo of Mark? I'd love to see him," she asked, putting the soup bowl- which was empty now- on the night stand beside her. I complied, and opened my phone to find a photo of him.

I put my phone in view for my mother as I looked at photos.

I blushed madly, rapidly swiping across the screen.

     "Nonononon, you saw nothing! That was photoshop!" I laughed, humiliated. My mother began to laugh hysterically as well, which made me smile. I haven't heard her laugh for awhile.

    "Okay here's.. a different and decent photo," I said, showing her a photo of Mark and I at the pier on a beach before I flew off to the U.K.

My mom stayed quiet momentarily.

    "You two seem happy together, huh?" She asked, wiping her eye as I turned towards her.

   "Yeah, we really are," I admitted, putting my phone away.

   "Well, I'm glad my little Jack is happy. Mark seems like a handsome young man," she said, nudging me weakly as I laughed.

   "Thanks for the soup honey. Would you mind checking the mail for me?" Mom asked, eyeing the soup bowl.

    "Of course," I complied, grabbing the bowl and heading out of the room.

I put down the bowl on the kitchen counter and went outside, towards my mailbox.

The neighbors around us were elderly, and they're usually outside watering their grass.

"Hi Sean!" A neighbor called out, Nancy, who was about 75 years old. "How's your mother?"

I opened the mailbox and turned to Nancy.

"Not the best," I responded before grabbing the envelopes and a magazine from inside and shutting it.

She waved to me as I went back inside.

I shuffled along the envelopes, reading and reading.

"Bills, bank, bank, water bill-" I was listing until I got cut short by a specific envelope. My eyes widened as I read the printing multiple times. Then, I sprinted into my moms room.

"Mom!" I hollered, raising the envelope high, "Mom! Stanford accepted me!"

Mom clapped her hands quickly, and sat back up.

"I'm so proud! They'd be crazy if they didn't accept you! Sean, the most smart Irish boy out there!"

I giggled, not caring about her calling out my real name.

"Now you get to spend years with your boyfriend! Come give me a hug!" She said, throwing her arms out.

I reached over and embraced her tightly. I was glad. But that thought lingered in my mind.. what if Mark didn't get in?