Septiplier one shots ^_^

Sick

(Christ my uploading schedule is all over the place! I want to set a thing where it's like one a week on Monday or something, but homework and tests and the whole "choose your options" thing kind of makes that hard... Sorry guys)

Mark was happily watching the new family moving in next door. A mom, a dad, a 15 year old boy. Mark smiled, there weren't many people his own age around where he lived, at least not close enough to call for when he was bored or lonely. Added to that, Mark thought to himself, this boy was really Handsome! Shiny blue eyes, brown hair that seemed to catch the light, and Mark bet his smile would be as gorgeous as the rest of him.

But he wasn't smiling.

Mark went out to talk to the boy, introduce himself, but when the new boy saw him, he quickly moved into the new house.

But not before Mark noticed the bruises

He didn't talk to the boy much at first, he almost never saw him. He didn't go to mark's school, and he never seemed to be outside. Except for when his parents went out. Then jack would sit outside, his knees to his chest, tears in his eyes. The first time Mark noticed it, he walked to his own side of the fence and called to him.

"Hey, are you ok?" He asked, concern for the boy he'd never spoken to clear in his voice

"I'm fine" came a muttered reply "I just.. I cut my arm."

"Do you want a band aid?"

"Please"

And that was the first time he spoke to the boy. They talked again the next day too, and the next. Little by little, Mark learned about the boy.

His name was jack
his favourite colour was green
he was Irish
he was a total gamer.

Jack learned about Mark too

His name was Mark
His favourite colour was red
He was American
He was a total gamer

And through the low fence, the pair grew impossibly close. Mark felt himself falling for the boy, for the way his eyes sparkled when he was happy, for the way his voice sounded in mark's ears, for the gorgeous smile the boy had finally shown mark. The pair had been talking as always, when jack heard a car pull up outside. He  tried to whisper to Mark to hop back over the fence and run inside, but they weren't quick enough, and jack's mother came out. She yelled at jack to get inside then walked over to Mark
"Oh dear, were you talking to him?" She asked, her voice full of genuine concern
"Well, yeah" Mark replied, nodding "he's cool"
The woman shook her head sadly "sweetheart jack is very sick, I hope you haven't caught it!"
"Really?" Mark asked "what's wrong with him?"
The woman paused "son, jack's homosexual" she spat the last work, as though it was a disgusting swear. And Mark felt anger burning in his stomach "that's all!" He shouted "so what? I'm gay too"
That earned him a slap to the face "you're disgusting" she spat, making Mark realise where all jack's cuts and bruises came from. She looked ready to strike again, but mark's mom came out
"What do you think you're doing" she yelled at the woman
"Your son is a homosexual! He doesn't deserve to be alive"
Marks mom looked directly at her, a furious anger burning in her, but she forced her voice to remain steady
"Mark, sweetheart, go and tell jack to come to our house. He doesn't need to live with this.. Thing anymore"
Mark nodded and walked back to the back of the house, shouting for jack. His father came out instead "you must be Mark" he said
"Where's jack" was all Mark replied with. The man looked around quickly, before whispering a reply "getting his stuff together. I'm not letting him stay here anymore, it's not fair to him."
Mark looked confused at the man "you're not-"
"Homophobic? Not at all. I love jack, he's my son. I don't care if he's gay straight or anything else."
Mark smiled "is it ok if he lives with us then?"
The man nodded "it's best for him. By the way" the man smiled at Mark, but there was a threatening note in his voice  "you break his heart, and I'll break you. Understand?"
Mark nodded "I'd never hurt him. I love him"
Jack came out and his father hugged him tightly "I'm so sorry" he sighed and jack hugged him back before hoping over the fence with Mark, who smiled at the boy, and kissed his cheek. Jack blushed bright red, but quickly turned around, pressing marks lips to his own.