together - septiplier

seven

Crashing.
Honking.
Distant screaming.
Cars zooming by.

Definitely not the cheerful chirping of birds, or the quiet, friendly chatter of the neighbors. Definitely not what Jack was used to waking up to.

However, after the initial Where the hell am I?! Jack realized something. He loved it. The Irishman sat straight up in bed, a huge grin on his face; then he leaped out of bed, throwing the blanket off of himself before darting over to the window, the best vantage point in the whole house.

Mark's house.

He frowned for a moment, confused, and turned back to his bed. Where was Mark, and why wasn't he in bed beside him? Oh yeah. Jack's bushy eyebrows unfurrowed and he turned back to look out the window. Mark had told him that sometimes his friends would barge in at the strangest times – Mark told him once Matt and Ryan had ran in at 3 in the morning – and so that it would be better for them to sleep in adjacent rooms instead of the same bed. Letting out a sigh, Jack admitted to himself that it was probably a better idea.

"Ohhhhh Jackiiiiipoooo, are you awake?" A teasing singsong accompanied the gentle tapping of knuckles on the already open door.

"Oh no!" Jack cried in his falsetto, the terrible impression of a woman's voice almost causing Mark to laugh from his spot behind the door. "I'm. . . err, naked!" He shrieked, turning away from the window to face the door but not moving away.

Mark laughed heartily and pushed open the door before walking over to Jack and the window. "It's a great view, isn't it?" Jack nodded and gazed out the window once again. The tall, shiny buildings teaching for the sky, the dozens of cars going every which way, and the bustling people on their way to important things definitely painted a great picture.

"Mhm." Jack nodded absentmindedly again before turning his full attention to the red - haired man standing next to him. "I'm starving! Where's the food?!" He darted past Mark and was out the door before the other man could react.

Chuckling, Mark strode out of the room after Jack before discovering the Irishman laid flat on the floor and shrieking, a certain dog stepping all over him with her clumsy paws. She licked his face repeatedly and Jack tried to fend her off with his forearms; tried being the key word. The entire time, the house was filled with the sound of Jack's loud shrieks/laughs and Mark's booming laughter.

"Chica Bica!" Mark laughed out loud and whipped out his phone to quickly snap a picture. Surely Instagram and Twitter would appreciate Jack being "viciously mauled" by Chica. He watched for a moment more before bending his knees and slapping his legs. "Chica! C'mere sweetheart! C'mere!"

Immediately, the golden - furred dog turned away from attacking the green - haired man and leaped at Mark, her claws making loud clicking noises on the hard wooden floor.

Having recovered, Jack got to his feet and dusted himself off before laughing at Chica leaping on Mark. Then, remembering his original mission, Jack turned and ran into the kitchen, opening the fridge.

"Yer fridge is practically empty!" He turned to exclaim at Mark. "I guess I could make some stuff out of this. . . and that. . . ?" He grabbed random stuff that was in the fridge before Chica, bored with Mark, ran over to him. Jack patted her head and rubbed her ears before resuming his search.

As the green - haired man continued searching the fridge, Mark rolled his eyes and went to grab his jacket. "Come on, loser. We're going out to eat for every meal today. My treat. Breakfast is with Matt 'n Ryan, lunch is with Team Edge, and dinner is just us." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and Jack, after pretending to throw up, laughed and closed the fridge. "Tomorrow is gonna be breakfast with the Grumps." Mark knew the question was on the tip of Jack's tongue and answered it before the Irishman even spoke.

"That sounds fantastic! I can't believe ya managed to get everyone together, Merk. Yer great." Jack's Irish accent stood out prominently whenever he was excited — Mark had learned this after years of knowing the man — and, boy, was he excited right now. Mark grinned at the green - haired man before ordering, "Go brush your teeth and dress. Can't meet Matt and Ryan with stinky breath." Chica let out a bark, Mark and Jack's excitement rubbing off on her. She trotted back over to Mark and pawed at his legs before resuming her frenzied jumping around and spinning in circles.

Jack went to do his bidding but tossed a good - natured retort over his shoulder. "I wouldn't be surprised if those two didn't brush their teeth!"

He was awarded with Mark's booming laughter coming from behind him and grinned as he walked to the bathroom, his steps light and bubbly.

a/n – sorry this was supposed to go up last
Friday but it didn't because wattpad is
blocked where i am i guess?
also i had fun writing this so it turned out
really long whoops
enjoy :>