superman // septiplier

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an: OKAY THE DATE IS IN HERE I PROMISE :) :) :) :)
and look at my poor bb crying I'm so sad
he got so emotional playing undertale and it made mE emOtiONaL

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Friday - 1 hour til The Date

Mark cursed to himself, running around his room, trying to find his nice button up. He swore he put it on top of his dresser, but when he looked, there was no shirt there.

"Matt?" He called, kneeling down to look under his bed. His roommate quickly jogged into the room.

"What's up?" Matt asked, and Mark groaned when seeing his shirt wasn't under the bed.

He ran a hand through his hair, "I had a shirt that was sitting on top of my dresser," Mark pointed to it and quickly walked over to it, "But now, it's not here." Mark started going through the drawers, even though he had checked them a hundred times, hoping the shirt would appear spontaneously.

"Your black one?" Matt asked, and Mark turned towards his friend quickly.

"Yes! You know where it is?" Mark said in a panic, rushing in front of his friend and grabbing his shoulders.

Matt, pushed his hands away, "Yeah, it's in the laundry," Mark's eyes widened, "We used it for a sketch, and got fake blood on it."

Mark's eyes widened even more, "Why were you using fake blood!"

Matt shrugged, "I don't know! Because we're creative?"

The pink haired boy groaned, running his hands through his hair, "Well what the hell am I supposed to wear now?"

"Wear for what?" Matt asked, making Mark roll his eyes. You'd think that with all the times Matt pesters Mark about Jack, he would remember he's doing on a date with him.

"Oh! Your date!" Matt said, reaching over and grabbing Mark's hand, "Don't worry, I have something in my closet that'll make you pretty fly for this event tonight."

"Are you sure anything will fit?" Mark asked, and Matt scoffed.

"Are you calling me fat?"

"Jesus Christ."

"I have some of Ryan's clothes in my closet, don't worry," Matt mumbled, pulling Mark into his room.

"Why do you have Ryan's clothes in your closet," Mark asked, and saw Matt turn to him with a look on his face he couldn't recognize.

Matt pursed his lips, "I don't know really."

It became a little awkward for a moment, because Mark was busy trying to read Matt, while Matt was busy putting on a good poker face.

Matt shrugged, and opened his closet door, revealing a boat load of clothes, seeming as though half were Matts, and half were Ryan's.

"You really do have some of Ryan's clothes in your closet." Mark said with a laugh.

"Now, were you thinking of going fancy? Or casual?" Matt asked.

Mark thought about it for a moment, "I mean I was gonna wear the-"

"Casual it is!" Matt interrupted Mark, rummaging through Ryan's wardrobe in order to find something for his friend.