Fix Me (Septiplier) || The Boy Trap Book 2

Chapter 17 - Cry Baby

March 24th, 2018

Jack's POV

I pulled up in front of my house after a long morning hanging out with Felix. I stepped out of the car and locked it, but I almost dropped my keys when I turned around.

The door to the house was cracked open. I walked forward carefully and slowly. I pushed open the door and stepped inside. Thankfully, nothing was damaged or missing. Except for one thing.

"Gizmo?" I called quietly. The small dog didn't bound up to me like he usually did when I came home. Everything was silent. "Gizmo?" I called slightly louder. "C'mon, Gizmo!" I pat my lap, calling for him. I walked around the house calling his name, but every room was empty and I started to panic. "Gizmo? Gizmo?!" I called loudly. I suddenly remembered the cracked door.

I darted outside, calling his name. Not a single dog was around. I ran down the street, he wasn't there. I ran down the block, I couldn't find him. I checked the alley way behind my house, and tears filled my eyes.

"GIZMO!" I sobbed as I ran over to the small dog lying in the road. His fur was matted and stained with blood. I had to keep myself from picking him up and holding the dead dog. I sat down and buried my head in my knees as I sobbed. The dog I had since I was 8, raised since he was two years old, was lying dead in front of me and I would never see him again.

Everything hurt. My head ached like someone smashed it with a mallet. My eyes hurt from the sight and the crying. My throat hurt from the choked sobs that painfully escaped from my mouth. I couldn't stop crying, it felt as if a part of me died. It was one of the worst things I had ever experienced.

Mark's POV

I held him as he leaned against my shoulder and cried. He held onto me for dear life, sobbing into my shoulder and soaking my shirt. He couldn't even stop crying long enough to be able to tell me why he was upset. But I'm still there for him, because I love him so much and I don't ever want him to be upset.

Finally after an hour of crying he calmed down. I gave him a cold bottle of water and let him lay sadly against my chest. He sat silently, not wanting to talk and just staring off into space. He had his arms wrapped tightly around me and I held him close, leaning my head against his.

"Jack, can you tell me what happened?" I whispered. He sighed, acting more like he was dead than living.

"I came home, and the door was open. I couldn't find Gizmo, so I-I went to the a-alley... And..." He started crying softly, much less hysterical than last time. His voice was raw and broken. Tears filled my eyes as I hugged him tighter, finally understanding what happened.

"Shh, it's okay. Everything is going to be alright." I whispered softly into his ear.

"No, it's not okay! My puppy is dead, I'm never going to see him again!" He sobbed, hugging me until I could barely breathe.

"I understand. I remember losing my cat when I was little, I blamed my mom for not taking him to the vet sooner. I couldn't get over it for months, it was the first loss I had ever dealt with. Then I finally realized that it's just what happens. We don't have pets just to be sad when they're gone, we have them to love them and have fun with them while they last." I pet his soft hair, calming him down. "Gizmo loved you very much. He doesn't want you to be sad, he wants you to be happy because you loved him while it lasted. Take a deep breath, and though it may not seem like it now, but everything will be okay." I rocked him gently back and forth.

"That's something you would tell to a little kid, but I appreciate the effort." He sniffed, giggling softly.

"But it worked, didn't it?" I pulled a blanket up over his shoulder.

"Yeah..." He admitted, closing his eyes and snuggling into my chest. "I'm such a cry baby. Sorry you have to deal with me." He sighed softly.

"Hey, theatre kids are always dramatic. I knew what I was signing up for." I kissed the top of his head.

"I cry about practically everything. I just try not to do it around you." He yawned softly. "Molly says I'm like a teenage girl that's always on her period." He laughed.

"That's okay. I love you no matter what." I scratched his back softly.

"But you have to deal with me for the rest of your life when we're married." He said lazily, beginning to doze off. "All my anxiety, my personality disorder, how clingy I am..." He listed off.

"Hey, I love you so, so much, and to spend the rest of my life with you would be a dream come true." I smiled softly, just thinking about it. I opened my mouth to speak again, but when I looked down Jack was fast asleep. I kissed his forehead softly, then leaned back into the couch and fell asleep myself.

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June 1st, 2018

Jack's POV

"Mark Fish-back!" A man at the front of the room called.

"It's Mark Fischbach!" He quickly kissed my cheek goodbye and walked to the very front of the line. I smiled as I watched him, playing with the tassels around his neck and on his hat. Even though he was an idiot sometimes, he graduated with highest honors in Honors Society. I got stuck with just the regular students, halfway through the line with all the other M's.

After an hour of stressed out teachers trying to line up hundreds of students, music finally rang from outside. The line started moving as people walked out in a straight line to the outdoor ceremony of screaming parents and teachers relieved to say goodbye to all the douchebag students.

I stepped outside, the cool air fluttering through the inch of hair that stuck out from under my hat. I looked up at the bleachers surrounding the football field, finding my dad next to Mark's crying mother, proud father, and bored brother. I smiled at him, and he waved at me.

Finally everyone was seated. I watched the stage, ignoring every word of the principal's never ending speech. Finally Mark and the other honor students lined up at the stage. Mark took his degrees and awards, shaking hands with the assistant principal and finally the principal. He grinned brightly; I couldn't tell if he was proud of what he had done or if he was excited to get out of this hell hole.

It took forever, but eventually I was shakily walking across the stage and grabbing my degree. I shook hands anxiously and quickly speed walked off the stage. The rest of the time I stared at the paper in my hands, only stopping to clap for Molly when she walked across the stage.

Finally the ceremony ended and the principal gave the closing speech. All the students walked across the football field, and I quickly found Mark. I grabbed his hands as everyone counted down from ten. I grasped a corner of my hat, grinning at Mark as he grabbed his. Everyone cheered once the count down was over, throwing their hats up in the air and celebrating. Once mine came to the ground I grabbed it and looked at the tassel with the school colors.

"Jack? What's wrong?" Mark put a hand on my shoulder once he saw the dazed look on my face.

"Oh god." I muttered breathlessly.

"What?" He asked, concern in his voice.

"We're adults."

~AN~

The update schedule for this story is Wednesdays and Saturdays at 3:00pm Central Time. DO NOT ask me to update. If you don't know what your time zone is compared to Central time, Google it.

*Wipes tear from cheek* They grow up so fast :')

I'm almost sad to see Mark, Jack, Molly, and Felix finally graduate. I feel like a proud parent watching my little babies go off to college ;-;

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