A Stupid Stupid Ex ~ Septiplier : BOOK 2 STUPID STUPID SERIES

Three

I sat down on the couch in front of the TV, Mark joining me. We were going to react to some Septiplier compilations, the stuff everyone wanted. The camera started and Mark fake yawned, wrapping an arm around me. God, I could hear the fangirl screams already. "Top of the morning to ye laddies!"

"Hello everybody!"

"My name is Jacjsepticeye,"

"And I'm Markiplier and today we are reacting to videos to satisfy all you Fangirls out there,"

"Yep! So Wade, what's first?" I asked, looking at Wade who was on the tablet connected to the TV.

"First up, a Septiplier animation by CartoonJunkie-" then there was a knock at the door. I stood up, motioning for Bob to stop recording.

"It's okay, we can re film it." I walked across the room and opened the door.

"SEAAAAAAAN!" I cried out when I was suddenly pulled into a tight hug. I pushed the girl off me and gasped. "Missed me Seany?!"

"S-Signe?! I backed up into the arms of my boyfriend. "What are you doing here?!"

She rolled her eyes, giggling as she twirled her hair. "To see my boyfriend, silly!" Mark's hold on my tightened. I glared at her.

"We were never together. Ma wanted us to be together, but I don't date skanks." (I AM NOT SAYING ANYTHING AGAINST SIGNE I AM SURE SHE IS AN AWESOME GIRL THIS IS JUST A STORY) she glared at me.

"Listen, you little-" she began stomping towards me but Mark pulled me behind him, towering over her. She glared at him with a disgusted look, "who the fuck are you? Out of my way!" She tried to shove him, but he stayed planted. 

"I am Mark. His boyfriend," he growled in a deep voice. She gasped, shaking her head.

"EW! Gay! Ugh, Seany, come over here! You didn't even say goodbye before you left! I missed you baby!" Mark wrapped an arm around me.

"Get out of our house," he growled. She laughed and twirled her hair again.

"Nope! I have no where to go, and even if you don't want me here, I know him. He wouldn't let me live on the streets," Mark looked at me, and I was biting my lip. He groaned.

"Oh please no, Jack-"

"She's right Mark," I mumbled looking up at him. "We can't let her live on the streets. Just until the next plane to Ireland? Then we can kick her out." He frowned, staring into my eyes full of stress.

"Mmmmmmmmfine." She jumped up and down, cheering. "But if you dare fucking touch Jack, you are out of here. I don't care if you fucking have to live on a bench," they both growled at each other. I pulled Mark away from her.

"It's okay Mark," I muttered, calming him down. I looked at Signe. "He is right though, leave me alone. And you are so lucky we have a spare room."

"You sure I can't share with you~?" Mark growled again, making me pull down the fist he was trying to punch her with.

"Fuck. No. Cmon," Mark and Signe followed me past Bob and Wade, who were staring at us in shock. "That's Bob and Wade, mess with T hem and you are also out," I opened the door to the spare room, watching her walk in.

"Oh thank you Sean! You are SO sweet!" I rolled my eyes, walking away with Mark following me.

"We will record in a few minutes, Jack and I just need to talk," Makr called out before pulling me into our room. He shut the door and sighed. "I knew something was going to happen." I pulled him off the door.

"Hey, I know she sucks," we both sat down on the bed, him laying down with his head in my lap. "Ma wanted me to date her because she liked her. I hate her though, so Ma tried to set us up. But I ran and I guess she sent her after me. God, I'm so sorry Mark," he sighed again, then gave me a soft smile. 

"Doesn't matter, you are still mine. I'll make sure she doesn't hurt you," I smirks and he pushed himself up so he was sitting in my lap. "I love you,"

"I love you too," I softly kissed his lips, lingering  against them. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I put mine around  his neck. We continued kissing, me playing with his floof. We pulled apart and I looked at the digital clock, "cmon, let's go record." He smiled and got off me, is both leaving the room to record.