Time Is Running Out

Chapter 3

"Age? Love life? Favorite singer? Weight?" Mark flooded me with questions as he, Jack and I walked over to the nearest park. Aunt Caitria gave them permission to take me out to see the scenery, and I was happy to oblige. "Let's see here, 19, single, NateWantsToBattle, and don't you know you're not supposed to ask a lady her weight?" I shot a look at Mark, and Jack laughed as Mark blushed. I giggled, and then continued. "How about you, Mark? What's your relationship goals like?" Jack laughed even harder, and I thought he was going to collapse from it. Mark glared over at Jack, and he stifled his laugh to a mere snort. "Well, uh...single. But of course, smartass over here can't help but tease me about all this Septiplier crap."

Flashback to one month ago at Mark's panel. Jack had "proposed" to Mark in front of the fans, and the whole Septiplier thing blew up. They were also caught cuddling at the panel with Felix and Ken, which fueled the fire even more.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. But seriously, Mark, it was your fault by taking it out of context. Damn, I thought you two were going to make out right then and there." That's when Mark and Jack lost it, and they both started to laugh hysterically. "I agree with Felix on this one; Why don't you two just fuck already?" More laughter. I honestly thought that Mark was going to pass out from laughing so damn hard.

"I guess you're right, Christelle. We shouldn't have taken it so far. I mean, I love Mark, but as a friend." Jack said. To this, Mark looked over at Jack.

"Love you baby."

"Shut up, Mark."

"Make me!"

"I know how to, but it requires me to kiss you. So, no."

It was finally time for me to laugh. Mark gave Jack a disgusted look, and Jack just shrugged, giving Mark a sly smirk. I knew that these two are just friends, but they were super cute together. I loved how they didn't care what others thought of them, and how they were cool with saying that they loved each other. They also loved to joke around with the whole ¨Septiplier¨ thing, which made them even better friends.

Jack cleared his throat, drawing my attention towards him. "So, Christelle, what's it like in Seattle? Heard it's quite the place." I shrugged. "It's just like any other place, really. Doesn't have better scenery than here, though." Jack kinda chuckled. "Yeah, I guess not. Those damn cities never do really take time to make things look nice, huh?" He took off his gray cap and ruffled his green hair. Of course, this gave Mark the chance to fuck with him more. "Hey! That's my job!" Mark shouted. He pounced onto Jack, messing up his hair in the process. "Goddamnit, Mark! Leave my fucking hair alone!" Mark laughed in his deep baritone voice, a thing I loved about him. Jack pushed Mark off of him, and began to curse loudly at him through his thick Irish accent. "I can't have anything nice around you, can I?" Jack asked as he put his cap back on. "Nope." Mark stated bluntly. I just rolled my eyes at them.