Reversed -Septiplier-

~Chapter Nine~

~Jack's POV~

I was in the bathroom, changing. I was already in my pyjama pants and I took my shirt of. I walked out of the bathroom while I was putting my pyjama shirt on. When I had it on correctly my eyes locked with Marks, who was on the other side of the room. He changed his clothes too. "See something you like?" I joked, while putting my clothes on a chair. He swallowed and whispered "Maybe.." But he whispered loud enough for me to hear it and I decided to hear him out a bit.

"Sorry, did you say something?" I said with a smirk. I walked over to him and his cheeks became red. "N-no.." He stuttered. "Are you sure? Because I heard a small agreement." He swallowed again and shook his head. "If you are so sure, I have one question for you." I was actually a little nervous to ask him, but it was stuck in my head. I had to ask him.

"If you don't like me, why did you kiss me, back where you stabbed me?" His eyes widened a little. He thought that I forgot, but he was wrong. "I had to shut you up. People who are killed there, never make a sound. And if you would've screamed, they immediatly would've known something was up. And I didn't really have any hands free at that moment.. So.. Yeah.." "Was that the only reason?" I asked. He nodded awkward. "But why have you kissed me 2 times since then? And you can't tell me you where druk or something." I really wanted to know at this moment and I put a hand on his shoulder. He couldn't and wouldn't run away now.

"Fine, I'll tell you." He eventually said. "Remember that charity project, like half a year ago?" He asked, and I nodded. Mark was doing a charity project, and if they would reach a certain goal, he would dye his hair pink. But the site where you could donate kept crashing and they didn't know if he had reached the goal in time. He believed he did, but was not sure. I decided to push him a little and tweeted; "If you dye your hair pink, I'll dye mine green!" He responded excited and tweeted that he would do it. He had changed his hair colour from pink, to blue, to red. I kept mine green, because I thought it looked the best.

"Well, I found it really brave and flattering that you would do that for me. And I guess I started liking you since then." He said and he blushed. "Y-you like me..?" I said, a little shocked. I thought back at the charity project. "Why did I sent that message? I thought it was really brave of him to dye his hair. Maybe I wanted to spend more time with him. Did I like him all along?

Or.. Maybe I'm just not thinking straight. I mean, I'm basically captured right here. And I'm okay with it? Maybe it's because I've spend so much time with him the last few days, my brain just isn't processing it that well. Maybe I'm developing Stockholm Syndrome?  Wait.. Already? Or is he developing that towards me, the captured?  That means, Stockholm Syndrome, but 'Reversed'? "

"What are you saying?" Mark asked. "Was I thinking out loud?" "Uhm.. You were mumbling a little. But the word Reversed was loud and clear." "Oh.." I said and I looked at the ground. "But, you really like me?" I asked again. He nodded. "Ok, I think I'm not thinking straight, but the only thing I want to do the last 24 hours is this." I didn't even let him answer before I pushed my lips against his. I didn't know where my words or actions came from, so I jumped a little. He layed his arms around my waist and I relaxed, because I had no choise.

After a little while, Mark pulled away and smiled. "Maybe you're not thinking straight, but your heart knows what's right. Maybe you're confused, but your mind will clear up eventually. And maybe you're afraid of the future, but know that I'm always here. I promise." I nodded, still not knowing why I did what I did. He took my chin in his thumb and index finger and gave me a small kiss. I smiled a little, knowing that I had to think about everything tomorrow.

"How's your leg by the way?" Marks asked. I looked down at it, realizing I still had a wound there. "I completely forgot about it." I said. "That's good, at least it doesn't hurt anymore." He responded. I nodded while heading for the bed. I climbed in and he climbed next to me. I shivered a little because it was cold. He layed his arm around me and I layed my head on his shoulder. It was warm and comfortarble, so I didn't complain.

I soon fell asleep in Marks embrace.

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