Shhh (Septiplier fanfic)

The Morning After

-Mark POV-

Jesus, my head is killing me. How much did I even drink last night?

I rolled over in bed and glanced at my phone. 11 in the morning?! Crap, I had videos to edit. I better get up and shower. I unlocked my phone to see a text from Jack.

"At 1am?" I wondered outloud, unsure what the text could be about.

Jack: Call me when you wake up. 

Did something happen? 

Then a piece of memory came through. 

"Nooo sean, I mean.. I r-really really like you. Like like you. " I remembered myself saying to Jack, after drunk calling him. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

I dialed Jack's number but couldn't bring myself to hit call. What did he say after that? Did he think I meant it? Did he feel the same? Did he hate me now? 

I can't take not knowing. I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else if I don't just call. I hit call and put the phone to my ear.

Ringing, ringing. 

God, has calling someone ever felt this long?

"Hello?" 

"Oh.. uh, Hi Jack." I said, surprised to here him answer all of the sudden. 

"How ya feelin' this mornin'?" Jack said with a chuckle.

"I feel like someone's playing the drums in my head right now, but other than that I'm alright." 

It was silent for a minute before he asked:

"Do you remember calling me last night?" 

I could lie, say I didn't. He would probably just shrug it off then. Or maybe he would think that I really meant it still. I mean, most people are the honest when they're drunk. 

"Uh.. yeah.. a little bit." I answered, terrified to here what he said next.

"Do you remember what you said?" Jack continued.

"Bits and pieces, but the gist I remember." I said, closing my eyes. 

The line went silent again. It felt like eternity, listening to absolutely nothing. 

"Did.. Did you mean whatcha said?" Jack finally said, breaking the silence.

I could tell him no. It would be so easy. We could move on. We could still be best friends. No problems. No possibility of things going wrong. But, I couldn't keep lying to him, or myself. 

"Yes. Yes, I meant it." I said, my heart freezing up as the words left my mouth. 

Again, that awkward silence. It kept coming back and making my whole body ache with worry. What if we could never be friends now. What if I changed everything? I heard him get ready to speak and I hoped it wasn't something terrible. I hope he didn't hate me. 

"I think we should talk.. in person." 

[Oh my gosh, it's been so long since I've updated this story!! I'm so sorry you guys!! I hope to update much more frequently now that I'm out of school. I'm still open to suggestions, I have no clue what I'm doing. Anyways, thanks for reading!]