The Breaking| Septiplier Fanfic
"What, nah PSHHHT, its just a good ol' bro with bro thing." He smiles.
"Wait how old did you say you were son?"
"Sixteen...and a half." He backs away and reaches for an empty cup under the counter top.
He goes to the other side of the bar and serves a customer. Christopher has always been a good friend. I can always knock up a few rounds, of Root Beer that is, with him if I needed to. He's like my cool uncle Joe...if I had an uncle Joe...or an uncle....
Eventually I find myself passed out on the countertop. I hear voices chatting back and fourth. Ones familiar, and one I've never heard before. "So you live around here?"
"Yea just a ten minute drive." I hesitate to move.
"So how long is he usually out." The voice is new but it carries a character I come to recognize.
"About half an hour, two hours if he's going through some things. He just drinks and drinks until he's sick and gets so tired of talking he falls asleep". I hear the unfamiliar voice giggle. I move my head a little.
"Should I wake him up?"
"Nah let him sleep he's had a long day." I move a bit more. Eventually I lift my head to find Jack and Christopher talking back and fourth across the bar. I look at jack, and my eyes almost seem to get pulled into his eyes. We stare face to face, speechless. Christopher smiles and heads to the bathroom. Jacks face turns bright red, along with mine. I've seen jack before but in person his eyes are even more beautiful.