The Mark *Septiplier* {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 9

Mark's POV

"...Jack?" I'd notice that accent anywhere.

"Yeah, it's me, Mark."

"Wait, hold up. I thought you weren't coming until next week? What happend?"

"Well.. It sounds like you don't wan-"

"No! No, it's not that. It's not that at all, I'm glad you're here, I'm just surprised you're here this early. It's not a bad thing." Were my cheeks always this hot?

"I'm just messing with ya, Mark. I was too excited to wait another week, so I exchanged my ticket for one sooner. I actually just got here about.. mmmm.... I think 3 hours ago? Yeah, around 3 hours ago."

"Oh. Heh. Alright. If I knew you were coming sooner, I would've maybe cleaned my apartment." Cheeks, cool it.

"Wellll, that's the thing... I wanted to surprise you, but I never thought to get your address." Now, it's his turn to blush, probably in embarrassment. It's so cute!

"Ohhh...... Yeah, that would've helped a bit... We should probably sit down somewhere." I completely forgot we were standing up in front of the shop, so Sean leads me over to where he was sitting not long ago, him seated across for me.

We continue to talk for what seems like hours, until Jack looks out the window to see it snowing.

"I've never seen it snow; it only rains in Ireland."

"It's not a common occurrence here either. It's usually too warm for flat out snow. I think the worst we had was slush... It was disgusting, not pretty at all..."

"Well, this is very pretty."

We continue to watch out the window as the snow slowly falls and coats the streets in a beautiful, fresh blanket of white. Looking over, I see Jack's face filled with fascination of the snow. He's absolutely adorable. God, why can't I get him out of my mind?

Scratching my right arm, I quickly ask, "Wanna go ahead and get out of here before it gets too bad?"

He slowly takes a breath, breathing out a "yeah." We both stand and walk towards the door, opening it to a rush of freezing air and snowflakes dancing around our heads. I don't live far from the shop, maybe a five minute walk; not too big of a deal.

While we're walking, well, shuffling by now; the snows coming down pretty hard now. Damn... It's never snowed this much before. I down think I've ever seen this much snow, even when I lived back in Cincinna- What the fuck?

I'm dragged out of my thoughts by something cold, freezing, hitting the back of my head, eventually making my hair wet. I run my hand through my hair, to the back of my hood feeling snow piled there as well.

Turning, I see Jack standing behind me, snowball in hand, giggling like a twelve year old.

"What's the matter, Mark? Too cool for an old fashioned snowball fight?"

"Well, gee, I don't know, Jack. You tell me."

Slowly, I bent down and scooped some snow into my hands, molding it into the perfect sphere, ignoring the stinging in my palms due to the extreme temperature change. Taking aim, I throw right at Jack's face; hitting him square between the eyes. Got 'em.

"Tell me again, Jack, am I too cool?"

"Shut up, ye bastard..." He looked quite cute wiping excess snow off his face. Wonder what other white stuff he could wipe off? Mark, stop. Just stop.