The Mark *Septiplier* {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 8

Mark's POV

It's been a week since I invited Jack to PAX with me and the guys, and let's just say that Jack is more than excited. After screaming my ear off and pulling that "daddy" stunt, which may I say was quite the turn on. It made me wish that I could jump through the computer monitor and attack him and make him mine. But I tried to restrain myself, only allowing a few possessive growls to escape my lips. I'd love to hear him say it again..

But anyway, I'm getting off topic, back to PAX! It's less than a month away, but Sean's flight is next week and he's going to be staying with me for the next two weeks, then we're going to maybe share a hotel room. I can't wait to meet him and record a bunch of collabs and possibly do some.... other stuff..... Hehe, MARK! Get your mind outta the goddamn gutter! Stop getting sidetracked thinking about the beauty that is Sean McLaughlin.. I decide to go for a walk to maybe try and clear my head.

It's the middle of January, so it's a little bit chilly. I grab my jacket and head for the door. I just start aimlessly wondering the streets; passing coffee shops, boutiques, restaurants, and small Mom and Pop stores until I reach a part of LA I've never seen before. It looks kinda sketchy, so I turn around and start walking back home. On the way back, I get a craving for some coffee, so I head into one of the shops I passed on the way out.

Once I open the door, I'm greeted by warmth and the amazing smell of hundreds of different kinds of coffee and some sweet treats. I walk to the counter and catch one of the baristas attention.

"Hello, sir! What can I get you today?"

"I'll just take a Grande iced Mocha Latte, please."

"Coming right up! That'll be $5.28 Can I get your name?"

"Oh, yeah.. It's Mark."

"Alright, Mark, just have a seat somewhere and we'll call you up when it's ready."

"Thank you."

I handed her my money and went to sit at one of the tables by the window. I decide to "people watch" while I wait for my latte. I see some really crazy looking people, some cool people, and this one really cute guy.

Most of his face is covered by a scarf. Must not be used to the chill air.. He's wearing a blue hoodie, black scarf, a pair of form-fitting jeans, and some what looks like brand new, cobalt blue Converse to match his hoodie. His jacket really makes his eyes pop. They're a striking, icy-blue. Bright and shining behind his scarf, they seem to fit his face perfectly. He's got a small frame, but I can tell he has some muscle. Probably not as much as me, but not too bad.

He walks up to the door of the shop and opens it up, immediately relaxing into the warm building. He unwraps his scarf as he's shuffling up to the counter.

"Hi! How can I help you?" The barista pipes up. I can hear him mumble something about some kind of coffee and one of the many pastries they offer. I think he ordered just black coffee. Ew... how can some people drink it straight. No sugar, no creme, nothing. It's nasty..

"Alrighty! Can I get your name? Well call you when it's ready."

I think I heard him say "Sean?" Maybe "John?" I'm not entirely sure. I watch him walk over and sit in a booth by one of the windows on the other side of the shop.

Not long after that, I hear my name being called, along with Sean/John's. Walking up to the counter I see that guys head perk up. Hmm.. The barista handed me my latte; and as I'm turning around, I come face to face, almost nose to nose, with the Blue-eyed god.

"...Mark?" That accent.. It takes a minute to process.

"....Jack?"

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Jack's POV

I couldn't wait for PAX to meet Mark, Bob, and Wade; so I exchanged my ticket that Mark payed for and got one for a flight that leaves earlier. Like, a week earlier. Like, today. I already had everything packed and videos prerecorded for my veiwers. I was so ready to go.

My Ma was nice enough to drive me to the airport so I wouldn't have to leave my car there all that time I was gone. And she wanted to tell me goodbye one last time. I took a picture of her and I, laughing as I upload it to Instagram. When we reached the airport, Ma gave me a hug and kissed my forehead like she used to.

"Be careful, baby. I love you."

"I will, Ma. Promise. I love you too."

I got out and started towards the entrance as I heard Ma's car drive away. I found a seat and opened up Twitter and started replying to posts. A bit later I pulled up Tumblr and scrolled through and answered questions, anything to try and stay connected to my fans. I wouldn't be able to do any of this if it wasn't for them. I wouldn't be able to meet one of my biggest idols and influences for staring YouTube.

After about an hour or so they finally call for my flight. This is gonna be a long trip. Once I board the plane, I pop my earbuds in to listen to my music, closing my eyes to drown out everything and just relax. I didn't even notice that I fell alseep until I felt people trying to move around me and touching me.

I pull my earbuds out and grab my overhead bag. I hop off the plane and take in the wonderful view of the airport. I'm super excited to meet everyone, but I wanna surprise them. But I have no idea where Mark lives.. Dammit.. why didn't I think this through? Well, better start looking for cheap hotels.

After getting my luggage, I scurry towards the doors, not really wanting to be seen yet. I finally pass everyone and get outside. I hail a taxi and ask him to head to a hotel.

I get checked in and I go up to my room and set my luggage down and flop out on the bed. "God.." I wanna go out and explore but I'm afraid I'd get lost. I mean, this is my first time in America.. Oh well.. it'll be worth it. So, I talk myself into going out.

I noticed it was kinda cold while I was at the airprt, so I pull out my favorite black scarf and drape it over my shoulders. I scamper towards the door, excited at what I'm gonna see.

As I start walking, the temperature seems to bottom out. I shiver as I pull my scarf up and around my face to keep from my nose freezing off. I come up to a coffee shop that looks nice and quaint. I need some coffee after that flight.. maybe something sweet too? I open the door and I'm suddenly greeted by warm air and the smell of coffee and sugary treats. It also has a very nice atmosphere. Very welcoming. They're aren't many people here, maybe four or five. Of course, that's a good thing, I still didn't want anyone to notice me quite yet.

I tug off my scarf as I walk up to the counter, ordering just a black coffee and a cinnamon roll. I give my name and go take a seat in one of the few booths by a window. Soon enough, I hear someone being called. Mark? Like, Markiplier? Nahh.. it couldn't be. Almost immediately after that, I hear my name. I come up behind some short, super musclely guy with thick, black locks, and a cute ass. I try to walk around him and maybe catch a glimpse of his face when I get my order, but, nope. He turns around right when I try to move and we end up closer than intended. Way closer.. like, I almost smashed my face into his. I back up a bit, and I'm met with these dazzling brown eyes hiding behind a pair of simple half-rims. I quickly take in what I see, only making one connection. The connection of my soulmate.

"...Mark?"

"....Jack?"

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Alright! There's chapter 8!! I hope you guys like it! I'm still apologizing about not updating regularly like I should be doing... but school has totally fucked me up.. anyway, I love you guys!! I'll see y'all later! Buh-Bye!!