superman // septiplier

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an: we're getting there guys!! just keep holding on !!!
+ there's been like no pictures of Jack AT ALL thus far so I thought I needed to pick up the slack :))
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Thursday - 6 hours til Friday

Mark rubbed his face with his hands, as he had his body laying down on his couch. His phone was no where near him, and the tv wasn't on. Matt and Ryan were not home.

Mark was alone.

The boy wasn't gonna lie, he couldn't stop thinking about tomorrow. He couldn't stop thinking about how it would go, and how badly he'd fuck up. Mark didn't know how, but he knew he was gonna mess something up. He could feel it.

And there he was, laying on his couch praying, that he could get through the date and have Jack still like him.

Mark had a schedule, and he was gonna follow it accordingly, or else everything would fall apart.

But the more he thought about it, Mark set up different scenarios in his brain where having a completely controlled date, ended up with Jack feeling restricted and Jack wanting to go home early because he's not having a good time and

Mark sucked in a huge breath. You're over thinking it again.

Mark just wanted it to be perfect. He really didn't want to be stressing over it as much as he was but, it meant a lot to him. Making this date perfect, meant that Jack would be happy, and would like Mark way more than he did before.

But what if it was one of those philosophical situations where, everything didn't need to be perfect, and that all Jack needed was Mark?

Mark whined and grabbed the pillow which was behind his head, putting it in front of his face, and screaming into it.

Mark liked Jack. A LOT. And he didn't know what to do about it.

Mark's been anticipating this date all week, and he just doesn't want to mess it up. He doesn't want to mess anything up.

His thoughts were so repetitive because everything in his mind kept coming full circle, all zoning in on one thing.

Jack.

Jack sat on his bed, staring at the wall in front of him, slightly rocking back and forth but, he didn't notice he was doing it.

He was sitting alone in his room, glancing at every corner of it with a sad look, wishing he could gain enough courage to go into the living and ask to talk to Felix but. Marzia was there, and he didn't want to ruin their night.

Jack was nervous.

He just wanted to talk to someone about how he felt, and he wanted to know if it was okay to feel this way. He wanted to know if it was okay to feel a little scared.

Jack felt a knot form in his stomach, and bit his lip.

Jack was so scared. He was so scared of getting close to Mark, he almost didn't want to do it. The boy started to shake when he thought about the things he swore he'd never think about again.

But here he was, holding his stomach with his hand, and gripping the side of the bed because Jack was scared out of his mind.

He didn't want Mark to know anything about himself, because frankly, Jack didn't want to know either.

He didn't want Mark to be scared too.

Jack could feel the tears well up in his eyes, and he just wanted his brain to stop. He wanted to yell stop, Jack just wanted everything to stop. He wanted Mark to suddenly lose interest in him, and move on without Jack.