Septiplier One Shots

Strange Love

Warning: Mild homophobic language

"Honestly Mark, he's fucking weird," Mark's co-worker said. Mark felt his hands clench at his side. They didn't know anything about him. They didn't know anything about their relationship. "He can't even speak properly with a stutter and his accent just makes it impossible to understand a word he says."

"He only stutters when he's nervous and I understand him just fine," Mark whispered, he was deadly quiet. He hated this person sometimes, "Jack's just gets nerves easily sometimes."

"Maybe but you have to admit he's strange. He's all lanky and limbs, never sits still. He's always cursing, too. You could do so much better is all I'm saying," his co-worker reached across the break room table and patted his hand leaving it just a moment too long. Mark felt himself heating up. He needed this job, he couldn't say anything that he wanted to. "Honestly, it's a wonder you stay with him. Doubt you actually love him,he must be a good whore in bed," they laughed as if they were funny, "Good bitch or something? Ain't that right, Mark?"

Mark didn't really have anything to add to the conversation so he opted to just leave before he did something he'd regretted. Mark stood up and glanced at the clock while biting his tongue. He still had 20 minutes to kill, he would call Jack. Even if he was probably at class still, he needed to call Jack right now. "Hey where you off to? We have time before work. Come on tell me, seriously why do stay with that runt. You could have anyone."

Mark inhaled deeply and counted to ten. "I don't need anyone, I need Jack. Please drop it, I would appreciate it if you didn't talk about my home life at work."

His co-worker held up two hands in surrender. "Hey hey, I didn't mean anything by what I'm saying. Don't get offended. I honestly could care less if you're a fag or not. All I'm saying is I have a pretty cousin, sweet girl. Someone you could show the family instead of a fairy fag."

The fist made contact with a sickening crunch of bone. Mark pulled back his fist cradling it to his chest, he was so fired. His co-worker was on the floor holding their nose as it started bleeding. "You fucking fag! I'll have your fucking job for this! You know that? Your job! Son of a bitch!"

Mark didn't listen he was already pulling on his jacket and half way out the room on the way to the door. He grumbled, "Fine," before leaving. Mark got in his car and started driving one handed, the other was cupped at his chest. He must have broken something because it really hurt. Mark pulled up to the university and slowly started looking around for something familiar. The place was huge and he was always here with Jack so he really didn't know his way around.

Mark started slowing his pace and thought about what he had just done. He had punched his co-worker for a homophobic slur and now he'd lose his job. They need this job.

Jack had always wanted to learn programming, graphics, and make his own video games and finally Mark convinced to go back to school and learn. It was hard, money always seemed strained and they both had jobs. But Mark had scored an okay job, it was an easy, simple programming job. Nothing compared to what Jack was learning but more the stuff anyone could learn. Jack couldn't get a full-time job because of school now so he just worked part time at the local store. 

And now he'd fucked it all up to hell. Mark stopped walking all together and slid down the closest wall of the empty hall. It didn't even look like there were classes here. He was completely lost literally and metaphorically. He pulled out his phone and felt himself start tearing up.

Mark

Where are you?

Jack