Vidcon: How Septiplier Came True (Editing)

Chapter 1: Staying At Mark's

     It had been almost a week since I came over to Mark's apartment for Vidcon. I couldn't find any great hotel locations, so he told me to stay with him. We had a great time hanging out and doing collabs. But I had a secret: I liked Mark. Not in the "You're a great friend. I love you, bruh!" kind of thing. It was affection, love. So yes, I was happy to hang out with Markimoo, but I had a strange feeling that he'd find out and not feel the same, even being bisexual himself. However, I did feel he liked me in some way because of what he did at night.

     Every night I stayed at his place, I always told Mark I'd sleep on the couch. Of course, being the nice person he is, Mark would always say," No, Jack. Take my bed; I'll sleep on the couch." He was so kindly insistent, but I'd put my foot down. "No, Mark. It's your bed. You need to sleep where you're comfortable. I'll be fine here." He'd just say, "Fiiiiiiiinnnnneee," sighed, and go up to his room. I would then fall asleep on the couch after looking at Twitter, but wake up in the morning in Mark's bed. My theory was that Mark wanted his way, picked me up, walked upstairs, laid me down and headed for the couch. 'He's a cocky bastard, ain't he?', I thought as I went down stairs. That's when I saw him: on the couch in an awkward position, asleep, but looking restless. I walked over to the couch and crouched down, lightly running my fingers through his hair. I wished that I could do this while he was awake, not questioning or minding it. I sighed. I knew it was never going to happen. I stood up and shook Mark, saying, " Mark, it's time to get up." He just groaned and turned over, without even looking at me. "Come on, Mark, I said, shaking him again. "I'll make breakfast." Mark sat up, looking at me with tired eyes. "Okay," he said, in a kind of grumbled, cranky voice. I told him to get a shower as I made him breakfast. I decided to make oatmeal with slices of banana and cinnamon. As I finished up and put on some coffee, I headed upstairs to tell Mark that breakfast was ready, but I stopped. The door was cracked open slightly, and curiosity got the best of me. So I looked in and saw Mark.