Depressed and in love.

Part 2

Jacks POV
I can't believe I was meeting Markiplier today! This relieved some stress from me. I had been making videos for the longest time, and it was really draining. I had to wear my mask very often, which just torn me apart inside.
I was never diagnosed with depression, but I was very depressed. My life just never really worked out. Some good here and there, but not as often. I was bullied in school, for being so ugly, for being gay, for everything. I was always putting out so much energy, that I wasn't producing.
After every video, I took a 5 minute break, to cry. I would wipe away my tears, then yell, "TOP OF THE MORNING TO YA LADDIES!" Always tore me up. But today, I was meeting Markiplier.
He had actually saved my from suicide. I would be dead without him. Rotting in hell where I belong. Like all those kids at school would always say. Non the less, I was happy.. ish. I skipped breakfast which I normally do anyway. And if I eat something, I throw it back up. I mess around with my brow hair. Wishing it was easier to control. I brush my teeth, wishing they were whiter. And wash my face. Wishing I was better looking. I sigh, and look over at my razor. "I can't. It will bleed, and Mark will see." I look at myself in the mirror. "Why can't you look better? Why can't you be happy? Fuck sake Sean!" I throw a towel at the mirror where I stand. "I hate you!" I yell at my mirror. "I FUCKING HATE YOU!" I start to cry as I slide down my bathroom wall, once again looking at my razor. "If I wear jeans, I could get my legs. I deserve it." I grab my razor and start cutting my leg. Right above my knee. The razor is numb now. And I itch my wrists. I punch them, and it eases the itch a little. I put on my long sleeves and jeans, and grab my suit cases, and head to the airport.

Marks POV
I was rushing around my apartment. Tidying things up. Dusting. Sweeping. Cleaning. Vacuuming. Anything to make the house cleaner. I had always been a happy go lucky spirit. Even though I did go though a depressed faze. I'm better now though! And today, Jack was coming over to hang out! I offered him my extra bed room, but he said he'd prefer the couch. I wonder why. The raggedy old thing. I had actually got a new couch just for his arrival! So he wasn't sleeping on my old yucky one. He also said he would take a cab here. I looked at my watch. The plane should have just landed, when I got a text from Jack.
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J- Hey, I just landed.
M- Cool! Can't wait to see you. My address is Wilting Willow street, and house number 666. Got it?
J- ok. I'll be there soon.
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He would never put an explanation mark on the end of his texts. I wonder why. Anyway, the house is spiffy, and I'm ready for Jack. I go YouTube and respond to comments as I wait.

Jacks POV
I look back down at my texts, and tell the driver where Marks house was. The whole time, I was fixing my cap, and my shirt, jeans, even my shoe laces. Till we got there. I paid the driver, and got out, grabbed my stuff, and went up to the door. I pulled down my jeans one more time, and knocked on the door. I talked to myself. "Ok Sean. Your Jack. Happy. Energetic. Happy. Your Jack." I opened my eyes and looked up, to see the door handle turning. "Hey Mark!!" I looked to see Mark right in front of me. I think my inner fan boy just explode.

"Hey Sean!"

"Call me Jack." Sean is depressed. Jack is happy.

"Ok, Jack it is!" He opened his arms, for a hug. I put down my stuff and hugged him. He almost smushed me, as he enveloped me in a gigantic bear hug. Warmth radiating off him, and love and care in his hug. I've always had a thing for Mark. I can never take my eyes off him. He will sometimes make me happy. Which is really rare. And this, is the happiest I've been. In literally, years. Since I was 14, this is the happiest I've been. We released our hug, and he invited me in.

"So, I got a comfy couch for you to sleep on." He said, happy and bouncy. Kinda like how I was.

"What happened to the couch you had? The one that you said was really itchy and gross."

"I threw it out. Wouldn't want you sleeping on that ol thing!" I sigh inside.

"Thanks Mark!" Shit. I don't deserve this awesome couch!

"Go ahead and put your things over there." He point to a corner, and I put down my stuff. "You want some food? You must be hungry after that long trip." It was true I was hungry, but I was also starving myself.

""No thanks! I had a big breakfast."

"Ok! So Wade is coming over to play some games, and we're gonna Skype Bob." I smiled. I haven't seen those goofballs in forever! Hopefully I can get some good energy out of this. Maybe feel better. My leg starts to itch.

"One sec." I go over to my bags and grab my razor, and a pair of pants. I hide the razor. "Some guy spilt his soda on me. It's dry, but sticky. I'm gonna change, ok?" He nods and starts to set up his equipment for recording. I head to the bathroom, and pull up my pant leg, and use the razor to stop the itching in my leg. I sop up the blood with some toilet paper, and once it stops bleeding, I change pants. I walk back out, and try to hide my pain.

"Hey Bob!" Mark had got Bob on Skype. We talk for a bit, then we hear a knock at the door. I answer, to see Wade standing there.

"Hey Wadipoo!" He laughs.

"You don't have a stupid name! You got Booper Dooper and JackABoy. No fair!" His voice cracked when he said "fair." We laugh and he comes in.

"Hey Markimoo! You got Bob on camera?"

"Yup! We were waiting for you buddy!"

"Well then let's get started!" We got out our cameras and Laptops. Set up our equipment, and started playing. "TOP OF THE MORNING TO YA LADDIES! MY NAME IS JACKSEPTICEYE AND WELCOME TO PROP HUNT, with these goof balls!" I turned the camera to point to Mark and Wade.

"Oh! Camera-ception!" Mark point to his camera, and mine. We laughed. "Your turn Wade."

"Hey guys and welcome back to prop hunt with Jack Bob and Mark say hi guys!" I jumped into his camera view, and Mark did the same.

"Heeeey!" We both said at the same time, really weird. We laughed and Wade explained why we were there. And where he was.

"Mark!" I said.

"Hello everybody my name is Markiplier and welcome back to Prop Hunt." He went out of his low voice, and into a happy energetic one. I loved that voice. "And I'm with Bob, whose on Skype, but I'm right next to...!" He grabbed Wades shoulder while smiling at the camera. "Wadipoo! And!" He pushed Wade and tried to grab me. He fell over in the process, but he grabbed my shirt and pulled me on Wades lap, my head hitting the floor.

"Ouch! Ya I'm with ya ya silly!" I pushed him over, and we laughed. When Bob tried to do his intro, we just started singing, "IM A GOOFY GOOBER YA! YOUR A GOOFY GOOBER YA! WERE ALL GOOFY GOOBERS YA! GOOFY GOOFY GOOFY GOOBERS YA!" Bob couldn't stop laughing. And nor could we. We started playing Prop Hunt.