Septiplier One Shot

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"You always come here to buy that exact shirt." Jack stated standing behind Mark in the small clothing store.

Mark jumped and looked at the Irishman, his heart started racing and a blush spread across his cheeks.

"No reason in particular... I just, really like this shirt?" It came out more as question than anything. Mark could feel his face getting hotter the more the green haired beauty looked at him.

"Uh huh..." Jack raised an eyebrow and a small smile spread across his lips. "You keep coming into the store to buy the exact same t-shirt, what are you doing with all of these t-shirts?"

Mark swore his face was redder than a tomato.

"I um... it's just, it's just an excuse to see you... I kinda maybe like you, a lot." Mark mumbled, kind of hoping the Irishman hadn't heard it, but he did.

"Wait what?" Mark looked up from the black shirt in his hands and awkwardly nodded at Jack who looked stunned.

"Yeah... oh, I now have a wardrobe full of these shirts." Mark awkwardly laughed and looked around at anything but Jack.

"I kinda maybe kinda like you too, stranger whose name I still don't know." Mark laughed after he got over the surprise of his favourite Irishman liking him back.

"Mark, my name is Mark."

"I'm Jack!"

"I know. I read your name tag don't give me that look."