Everything's Alright

Jack

I'd been waiting all day for mark to get online. Today was the day where I was going to confess how I really felt. I'd rehearsed more than a thousand times in the mirror, but I was still 0% confidence. I saw Mark turn from invisible to online, so I called. My hands are shaking. I pick up my paper and read over as much as I can. I feel something words could hardly describe. Was I having a panic attack? Fuck. I took an extra long sip of tea and looked at Mark on the screen. I picked up the paper and made a decision. I didn't want Mark deciding he'll scream in my face about how I should be arrested or whatever, so I muted the sound. I started rattling off.
"Mark, ever since I found your channel, I've felt a strange attachment. I've had to deal with a lot of shit and gotten depressed somewhere along the way, but you make me happier." I take a sip of my tea and continue, "We've been talking for a really long time, and I just wanted to ask... will you be my boyfriend?"
I unmute the computer and look up. Instead of being greeted with Mark's happy, smiling face, I'm greeted with my Skype menu. He hung up and went offline. Okay, now I'm either really having a panic attack, or my heart is broken. I halfheartedly turn off my monitor and go to sleep. It's already 10:00, and I've been getting a solid 3 hours of sleep a week. I need this. Before I lay my head down, I check twitter and see a tweet mark sent out just 10 seconds ago.
"Oh fuck!" It reads, "I just spilt coffee all over my laptop. :(. Sorry @jacksepticeye!"
This grabs my attention. We haven't exchanged numbers yet, but I know he has Skype on his phone. Sometimes he'll take me on walks or whatever. I went back to my PC and fired it up. I sent mark a Skype message.
"Just saw ur tweet... how much did u hear?" The reply came seconds after.
"Stopped after u muted me."
"Oh". So maybe I could save this after all!
"Wut did u want to say?" He asked.
Oh... "It wasn't important..." I type slowly into chat.
"Jack, there's something you're not telling me." Mark types into the chat, ditching chatspeak.
"No, really!" I text back, desperate for him to forget.
"..."
"..."
"...fine. But I got my septic eye on you, Jack!"
"Lol, I'm the only septic one around here! B)" I breathe a sigh of relief and we go back to messy chatspeak and me being anxietal as fuck.