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

Eighteen

THIRD PERON BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT

The next few days had been pretty rough for both of the young men. Jack had been held captive in the small basement, desperate to see Mark and have freedom once for. The original plan for leaving Friday had failed, since Jack's Ma and Signe figured out that it would be next to impossible to smuggle Jack onto the plane, especially with the police hard at work searching for Jack and Signe. So Jack stayed in the basement, rebelling against his captors.

Meanwhile back at the house, Mark couldn't get his head straight. It worried Bob and Wade. He had stopped making videos, so Bob and Wade had to make vlogs to assure his fanbase that he was still alive. But Mark didn't want to be alive. His love was missing, and he may never see him again. He didn't eat, except for when Bob came into his room and had to practically shove meals down his throat. He stayed in his room all day, listening to music and the occasional YouTube video. He sobbed countless times, and couldn't sleep without being plagued with nightmares of Jack being tortured or falling in love with that witch, Signe. The police gave them constant updates, and had managed to figure out that Jack's Ma indeed came down to LA the day before they went missing, and said she was for sure a suspect. All the men could do was hope.

Mark pov

Blankets. Warm and welcoming, with the ability to hide me away from this dark cruel world. I sighed, looking at the clock on my phone. 10:22. It's getting late...but I can't sleep. I just can't. I groaned, knowing I was going to pass out anyway. Might as well try I guess.

...

The beautiful pond could only be described as that. Pure beauty. It was dark, but not menacing. Peaceful, with the moonlight shining down upon it. There where light blue and green flowers surrounding the area, and a dark forest keeping me here. Fire flies flew around, their light was unreal, a light blue to match their surroundings. I sighed, leaning against one of the trees and pulling my knees against my chest. Peace...at last. I wonder if this is what Heaven is like? Quiet, except for the sound of the grasshoppers singing their songs and the occasional croak of a frog. I was enjoying the peace and then a figure with bright neon green hair stepped out of the forest. I gasped, instantly sitting up. Jack had a huge black hoodie and baggy jeans, both articles of clothing ripped. I stood up, watching him lean close to the water, peering into the blackness. I walked over, hovering above him. "J-Jack?" he didn't look up at me, just stared into the water.

"Ever just think, Mark? Just wonder what other's lives are like?" I stared at the back of his head. "What they think of ye, what their darkest secrets are. Why they do the things they do?" I stayed as silent as he stayed still. "...I heard ye were looking for me." A tear rolled down my cheek. "It's okay," he said, still staring at the water. "I'm not far, locked in a basement I believe. I'm still in the city, Mark. They couldn't bring me to Ireland yet."

"Oh Jack, look at m-me. Please!" I was sobbing now. He slowly turned around and I stared at his eyes, glowing a baby blue. He smiled softly and stood up.

"I love ye, Mark." I whimpered and hugged him. But he glowed blue, bursting into a mass of fire flies who took off. Sobbing, I caught one. I peered into my hands at the little creature. It crawled around in my hand, trying to find a way out.

"Please...come home safe." I then raised my hands up into the air, letting the fire fly fly free and join its friends.

...

"Mark? Are you okay?" I opened my eyes, realizing it was a dream. My face was wet, and Wade was sitting on my bed staring at me. I sighed, wiping the tears off my face.

"I miss him." Those were the first words I had spoken in days, and Wade sighed. Then he gave me the hug, the one I really needed.