Mark sat on the couch staring off into space, his face was red. Jack sat on a separate couch looking at the floor glaring at Mark every few seconds, his face was also red. "Are we gonna talk ab-..." "Nope!" Mark interrupted Jack, looking up and getting up walking upstairs into his bedroom, Chica following behind. Jack looked down and crouched into a little meatball on the sofa, wishing it was all a dream... Sadly, it wasn't.
Mark laid in his bed face first and Chica laying on the floor next to him. "What now...." He mumbled knowing that there was a potential that Jack liked him. Mark sighed knowing he liked Jack back, he had to try and figure out if it was true or not. Mark got up and moved the red strands of hair out of his face as he walked down stairs to find the green haired meatball on the sofa.
"Jack?..." Mark stood infront of him realizing he was asleep, Mark looked down at the sleeping meatball seeing him twitch every so often and a little moan. Hearing this, Marks face turned red and a little bulge popped from its hiding spot. Mark ran upstairs and face planted first on his bed "shit..." His quiet muffled scream made Chica jump up on the bed and lay down, Mark was to tired to tell Chica to move. He sighed wearily and falling asleep.
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Septiplier trash
FanfictionJack is visiting Mark for two weeks, as the days pass by, their bond grows stronger... Soon both of them realize that they were made for each other but don't want to the world to know.. Btw... Logic will not make sense.
