Septiplier one shots ^_^

Good from bad

You know, sometimes the worst things in life can lead to the absolute best. Late for work? Missed the guy who threatened to kill everyone before he was successfully thrown out. Lost your wallet? Make friends with the person who found it. Crash your car, fall in love with the other person involved. That was exactly what happened to Jack. A shitty day to say the least, it had poured down all morning, so everywhere was freezing and soaking wet, he'd been stuck in traffic and was half an hour late, almost got fired, and then spent the whole day at work getting bitched at by whiny customers. Working in retail sucked, especially for a 19 year old with the patience of a bomb.

"Ma'am, for the last time, we don't sell coffee! This is a clothing store, not Starbucks!" Jack sighed at the  woman, who was probably already extremely drunk, and equally angry. She stormed out of the store, shouting abuse at Jack as she went.
"Crazy bitch" Jack muttered, rolling his eyes and checking the time. Half an hour to the end of his shift thankfully for Jack, the half an hour passed by without too many more nutjobs, and he got into his car to drive home. It was about halfway there when he was hit by the car behind. "Son of a bitch" he pulled into the side of the road and watched the other car do the same. Jack got out of the car, ready to shout at the other driver, until he saw the guy.

To say he was handsome was an understatement, he was gorgeous. His chocolate brown eyes, the soft shine of his hair, his muscular body. Jack let his eyes slide over the guy until he spoke up, and Jack forced himself to look up from the other man's ass.

"Oh god dude, I'm so sorry!"
His voice was as gorgeous as the man himself and Jack fought back the smile that was trying to emerge.
"What happened?" He asked
"The Douchebag in front  of me swerved into the side road at the last second, I didn't have time to break."
"Right" Jack groaned "this is going to be a pain in the arse to fix."
"I'm so sorry, I can pay for the damage if you want"
Jack shook his head "nah, insurance should help out with that shit" he laughed  "but you could tell me if you have a name to go with that body"
"Mark" he laughed "and wow that was both so cheesy, and so sarcastic at the same time." Mark smiled "what about you? Any chance I could learn the clovers name?"
"It's Jack" he chuckled and looked at Mark "but If you call me a clover again I will hit you."
"Well" Mark sighed "since this is my fault, and you won't let me pay for damages, how about you at least let me buy you dinner late?"
"My my, you're forward aren't you"
"Hey you're the one who hit on me, and don't think I didn't notice you looking" Mark winked and Jack blushed bright red
"Touché sir, ok I'd love to." The pair smiled and continued talking until the guy from the triple A came to tow the car, since Mark's front was starting to smoke. Jack couldn't help smiling, the worst day of his life had lead to a date with the hottest guy he'd ever seen, seemed like a fair trade to him.