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

Eight

I woke up to find an empty bed and that I was cuddling my biggest Sam instead of Mark. I sat up and yawned, running a hand through my hair. I got up off the bed, instantly feeling the after math of last night. I clenched my teeth at the pain and slipped into some black sweat pants and a black "WE'RE ALL MAD HERE" shirt. Trying to walk as normal as possible, I left the room and heard voices down the hall. "Hahaha! Sorry guys, well, not sorry to Signe." I heard a scoff and I decided to listen from the corner wall. The same corner where I first head Mark talking about me having to leave with Bob and Wade and how he was going to try to win me over. I smiled at the memory and kept listening.

"Will you two stop bickering?" I heard Bob say. "Jack hates it. We hate it. And I'm sure you two hate it,"

"HE'S TRYING TO STEAL MY BOYFRIEND!"

"SHE'S TRYING TO STEAL MY BOYFRIEND!" I heard growls between the two. I should probably interupt.

"Ye guys need to relax," they all looked at me as I walked in and sat on a couch opposite from everyone. Mark gave me a sad look, the same as Signe. I folded my arms, "I'm too damn tired to deal with your guys shit." Wade sat down with me and Bob sat between the two bickerers. 

"Jack," Wade looked at me, the lack of sleep visible. "We may need some more of those sound proof foam pads." I blushed and laughed at what he was getting at.

"Oh God, I'm s-sorry guys! We, uh, got a bit...intamite." Wade and Bob chuckled, Mark was grinning proudly and Signe was glaring at Mark like he just bombed a baby bunny orphanage for the poor.

"Speaking of which, you okay?" Mark asked, his smug look being replaced with care.

I blushed and leaned back against the couch, wincing. "Nope." Bob and Wade snickered, but Mark stood up ignoring Signe's glares.

"Come on, I'll help you get some food," I smiled and he wrapped his arms around my hips, pulling me up. He led me out of the room where snickering was replaced with laughter. He let me sit down in the chair and walked to the pantry, pulling out a box of Apple Jacks. "I'm sorry, if I was going too rough you could have said something," he said as he poured the cereal.

I laughed, waving it off. "No, it was good. I'm just not used to it still." He hummed in agreement and poured the milk.

"Well," he placed a spoon in the bowl and put it in front of me, leaning close to my face, making me blah and smile. "It was pretty fun, and maybe one day I'll let you top~" I bit my lip, becoming flustered. I met him in the middle and we locked lips. I wrapped my arms around neck as we kissed, gentle with just a bit of held back lust. I heard a scoff and pulled away from Mark a bit just to see that Signe had walked in with her arms crossed.

"He is all over you! How can you stand that?! It's disgusting,"

I smirked, "Well he knows when to stop, as to where you don't. You'll become a bitch if I say no-oh Wait, that's a lie. You are always a bitch." She gasped and Mark laughed, pulling away.

"Eat your food Jack, we can record around noon." I nodded and began to eat my cereal as Mark leaned against the fridge. "You hungry?" He asked Signe who shot him a glare.

"Why? You wanna make some clever pun?"

"No, but do you like apples?" He asked, grabbing the Apple Jacks box. I lifted an eyebrow and watches.

"Um...yes."

"How do you like dem apples?" He stuck up his middle fingers and giggled when Signe practically screamed with rage. He tossed her the box and kissed my forehead before walking back into the living room. Signe looked at me and I shrugged, holding back my laughter.