It's S-E-A-N (Septicplier)

Let's Play Together

It was the next day and Sean sat nervously at the local café. He picked and bit at his nails, wondering if this was a mistake. He barely knew the guy. What if he was a serial killer or something? At least they were meeting at a neutral location.

Mark had picked this particular café not because of the quality of food but because he didn't particularly care for it. Mark's logic was that if things didn't work out between him and Sean, he wouldn't ruin one of his favorite places. If they didn't work out he didn't have to come back to the café. Great logic, right?

But Mark was freaking out. He was pacing outside of the café. What if it didn't work out? Would Sean stop coming to the coffee shop? Or would Mark have to quit his job? Would he have to find someplace new to work? To say he was freaking out was an understatement. But what was he even thinking? It's just one date. There's no commitment. At least not right now. Mark took a deep breath. He can do this. He pushed the door open and walked in, only to get knocked backwards.

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Sean had finally decided he was going to leave. If he left, nothing could go wrong. He would just stop going by the coffee shop. It was the perfect plan. He jumped up quickly almost knocking over the table in the process. He didn't care that for the second time that week all eyes were on him. He grabbed his coat and headed for the door. He was just about free when he ran into something hard. He felt a something grip on to his shoulder and he fell forwards.

"Oof." Came a voice from underneath Sean. Oh shit. It was Mark. The same person he was just about to run out on.

Mark looked up to see Sean. His hypnotizing eyes stared down at him. And suddenly Mark's jitters were gone. They stayed that way for a while, staring at each other. Mark was now feeling worried. Why was he leaving? Mark finally broke the silence. "Am I late?" His voice totally did not crack.

"N-No!" Sean stuttered as he tried to think of an excuse. "I-I..."

"Were you leaving?" Mark asked sadly.

"Yes..." Sean confessed as he bowed his head. "I was nervous."

"I have to confess something too. I stood outside for like 10 minutes before I decided to go in."

"Really?" Sean asked.

"Yeah....you're still on top of me...."

"Oh!" Sean jumped up quickly and extended a hand to Mark.

Mark dusted off his pants and then turned to Sean. "So...are we doing this or what?"

Sean nodded his head and grinned. "Yeah, I'd like that."

They walked back over to the table Sean had previously sat at. And it was awkward. There was even talk about the weather. That is until the subject of jobs came up. "So...what do you do. I mean you always have work every time you come into the shop, so I assume you're in college."

"Yeah, I am. What about you, I assume you have other plans besides working in a coffee shop." Sean asked.

The waitress came by and took their orders. Although the whole time she did it she was blatantly flirting with Mark. Sean could've punched her. She walked away and Sean sighed in relief. Sean was snapped back into reality as Mark spoke. "Actually, I make YouTube videos."

"Wait, really?" Sean asked curiously.

"Yeah, I make gaming videos."

"That's so cool! I love video games!" Sean yelled a little too loudly. But Mark didn't care. He just stared dreamily at Sean as he rambled on about his favorite games.

"Maybe we could make a video together?" Mark hinted.

"Me? Make a video? I dunno... I don't think I'd be good at it."

"I'm sure you'll be fine. Maybe we'll just start off by playing together."

Sean spit out his drink. "What?!"

Mark's eyes widened. "Playing games together!"

"Oh..."

"Although, I wouldn't mind that either." Mark smirked and suddenly Sean was a tomato.