superman // septiplier

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Mark had been friends with Felix for quite some time now, even though they had only known each other a year, Mark felt so close to the Swedish lad.

He could go to Felix for anything, whether the problem was simple and petty, or pretty personal. Felix was his, and Felix couldn't feel anything but the same.

Mark was there for Felix just as much as Felix was there for Mark. When Felix hit 40 million subscribers, Mark was set on celebrating. He invited a lot of the blonde boy's close friends, and as much as he wanted it to be a surprise, he didn't know a lot of the blonde boy's close friend's names.

Felix was ecstatic that Mark was planning a party for him, it just made him realize how grateful he was to have a friend like him in his life. The pink haired boy made sure to invite everyone the blonde said he wanted there, he wanted to make him as happy as he could possibly be.

It took a long time, and a lot of struggling, but Mark managed to get everyone to come down. Even Zoella, said yes. He just had one person left to call.

He typed the number into his phone, and put it on his desk, after making sure it was on speaker.

The phone dialed once, the phone dialed twice, and it dialed a third time. The boy didn't pick up.

Mark huffed, everyone else picked up their phones, why couldn't this kid do it? With a little annoyance, he hovered his finger over the end call button.

"Hello! You've reached th-" Mark gasped and his finger accidentally tapped the button in shock.

"Oh fuck," Mark muttered to himself, and dialed the boys number again, silently hoping he wouldn't pick up again so Mark could hear his voicemail.

The phone dialed three times and Mark sucked in a breath, "Hello! You've reached the voicemail box of me, Sean! Hahaha," Mark bit his lip, his accent was so thick, "I'm sorry I couldn't get to the phone in time to hear your lovely voice," Mark nearly moaned at the sound of the stranger saying 'lovely', "I'm sure what you had to say was super duper important!" Mark let out an involuntary squeak because this boy was so. fucking. cute.

"Once again I am sorry fer not answering my phone, I really wanted to I promise," Mark could literally hear the sad smile sitting on the boys face, "Oh! Yeah! And leave a message heh, almost forgot about that," Mark groaned, he's so cUTE, "Thank you! Have a glorious day!" And then the message ended.

Mark was in awe at how adorable that message was. He cousin believe how adorable that message was. He doesn't even know anything about that boy (besides the fact that he was adorable), and he already wants to be in his life.

Mark, at a fairly young age; around 15, started to look at boys the way he was "supposed" to look at girls. He didn't like it (well I mean he did like it) one bit, he just wanted to be normal and talk about the girl he fucked last weekend, just like his friends were doing.

He had to like girls didn't he? Everybody else did, what the hell was wrong with Mark? Why couldn't he be normal?

He spent most of his high school career depressed and sad and all bottled up. He had no one to talk to, his friends surely wouldn't take a second look at him if he came out.

No one was there for Mark, he was so alone.

Senior year, Mark was still as angry at himself as ever, and it reflected off of him very clearly.

Soon people didn't really wanna be near Mark and his awful energy, He became such a negative person, he destroyed most of his really good friendships. Mark became the most alone he could ever imagine to be. And it was all because liked boys instead of girls.