Never Lose Hope (Septiplier/MarkiplierxJacksepticeye)

Chapter 2: Explanation and Forgiveness

Jack's P.O.V:

I awoke happily, with her beside me. I opened my eyes and smiled, admiring her sleeping beauty. I was so lucky. I didn't even know someone as nerdy, geeky and loud as me could even get a girl this amazing and beautiful.

Enough of my stalker-ness. I got up out of the bed, careful not to disturb Joanne as I crept over to the small laptop I owned and opened it up, sitting in a chair and beginning to read and reply to comments on my newest video. Much to my surprise, they were mostly positive.

That's when I saw it, though; a comment that completely confused me, scared the crap out of me and hurt me all at the same time.

Markiplier:

' ;( '

My head and heart both froze in sync, and I couldn't even begin to process what was the meaning of the comment. Why had Mark posted this? Was he jealous maybe, that I could get a girl and he couldn't?

I was angry at him, sure, but I had company, so I couldn't sit around with furrowed brows for long. As if on cue, the wonderful Joanne sat up in bed and used her hands to gently tuck her gorgeous brunette hair behind her ears, smiling at me. I grinned in return, mumbling a morning. She said the same back, still in the process of waking up.

I got up and began to make some eggs and bacon on toast so we could start a fun-filled day around Ireland; and I got to get outside, something I didn't do too often.

Mark's P.O.V:

I laid under the warm covers, comfortable in body-space but squirming in headspace.

'You're such an idiot, Mark! Trying to convince yourself you had a chance! Look how pathetic you are compared to her!'

I held my breath, rolling over and attempting to contain the tears that threatened to dampen my cheeks for the hundredth time today. All the thoughts though, I knew they were true. I just needed to calm myself down so that there would be less of them, bringing me down and constantly reminding me of today's events

There was a gentle pitter-patter on the roof, and my restless thoughts seemed to vanish, if only for a minute. I sat up and put on my glasses, looking out of the window in awe and confusion. Littering the glass were tiny droplets, that dove downwards in all patterns and shapes, new ones appearing with every little tap.

My thoughts finally ceased as I laid back down, putting my glasses beside me on the bedside table. The sounds eased me much more, and although I was sad, this was like a wake-up call to me. I had to apologize; I had to explain myself. To Sean, of course. 'Explaining that he crushed you into pieces?'

I rolled my eyes, grabbed my Tiny Box Tim plushie, hugging it tightly to my chest and sighed, letting the heaviness fall over my shoulders and reach my whole body, before I was out like a light.

When I woke from my deep slumber, it was pretty late in the morning; ten AM. I got up and fixed my messy hair, putting on my glasses and, feeling like total shit, skipped a shower. I knew what I had to do and I had to do it fast, before I missed my chance.

After some pancakes and juice, I rushed to my recording room, jumping into my chair and getting on Skype. I was only rushing because I knew that if it was ten-thirty here, it'd be six-thirty there.

My eyes lit up slightly when I saw he was online, so I clicked 'Call'. No with video, I wasn't feeling up to it today.

There was ringing. Awful, ear-piercing, hopeless ringing and it when on for ages. Just when I was about to give up, there was a quiet Irish accent.

"Hi, Mark," he grumbled, obviously not happy. Not the greatest way to start a Skype call.

"Hey, Jack," I said shortly after.

"Well," Jack said in a stern voice, "are you going to explain something to me?"

I had never heard him so upset with me before, not even that one time during Prop Hunt when I gave up his spot.

"Yes - of course I am." I sighed, thinking of ways to phrase this. "You see, I have a friend I recently met; female, fan of mine, and she's like the ringleader of the Septiplier fanclub. I'm sorry if I offended you and your girlfriend, I was just trying to make some people's day."

Jack seemed to sit there, and even though I couldn't see him, I could visualize his unamused or confused face. He sighed again and I heard a chair squeak.

"Alright," he accepted. "I get it, it's cool, I'm sorry I harshed down on you like that Mark."

My heart skipped a beat and I felt a rush run through me. "But seriously, if you do something like that again, please warn me. My girlfriend could have so easily seen that comment and been very confused by all its replies."

I nodded, grinning from ear-to-ear. Then I remembered he couldn't see me.

"It's totally normal for you to hate the old Markimoo for bein' a goober, Jack," I chuckled. "You do it often."

"I do, don't I?" He began to chuckle as loud as myself. I then heard a feminine voice call out to him, and him reply loudly, in a voice I'd never heard him use before. "Sorry buddy, I gotta go. The girly-friend wants me," Jack said rather cutely. Of course it hurt to hear him say it, but I could forget it so easily.

"Alright. Bye, Jackarooney,"

"Seeya, Mark!" He called, pretty quickly, before hanging up. A frown was left on my face. He usually calls me Markimoo if I use his nickname... guess he wasn't feeling it like me, today.