Best Friends To Boyfriends (Septiplier)

Part 22

Mark's POV:

When I woke up the next morning, I was slightly confused to feel another body pressed against mine, but remembered Jack insisting I cuddle with him. I smiled, watched as he slept peacefully wrapped in my arms. His eyes slowly began opening, Jack smiling back at me.

"Good morning." I said, kissing his nose.

"Mornin'." Jack yawned and stretched a little. "That was the best sleep I've gotten since I moved down here." He said, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

"I'm glad you slept well." I said, slowly removing my arms from around Jack, who looked upset at the movement. "As much as I love cuddling with you, I need to eat. I'm starving."

"Ooh so am I! What's for breakfast?" Jack asked. I thought for a moment, then came up with a plan.

"It's a surprise. You stay in here and relax, and I'll make you a special breakfast in bed." I quickly left the room, shutting the door behind me, before he could protest. I made my way to the kitchen, letting Chica out on the way. I grabbed all the necessary ingredients and began making breakfast.

When the meal was finally finished, I arranged it on two plates and carefully took them back to Jack's room. When I entered, I wasn't really surprised to see Jack laying in bed on his phone. 

"Breakfast is served." I said, handing him his coffee and a plate of food. He laughed when he saw the bacon and eggs in the shape of a smiley face.

"At least it looks good. Let's see how it tastes." He teases, taking a large bite of the eggs. "Mmmmm this is amazing!" He added after swallowing.

"Thanks. Breakfast is one of the few things I can actually make really well." I said, taking a bite of my own food.

When breakfast was finished, we took turns showering and prepared for the day. Once we were dressed, we went into our own recording rooms and began recording videos for the next day.

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"I will see you in the next video! Buh bye!" I finished my outro, stopping the recording, and got up to stretch. I decided to go check on Jack to see how recording was going for him. As I neared his room, I could hear muffled screaming, and I smiled, knowing he was probably raging at a game. The closer I got, the less it sounded like raging and the more it sounded like actual anger. I began to worry, not used to hearing Jack angry. I quietly knocked on the door so his mic couldn't pick it up, but realized he probably had his headphones on. I decided to just go in, getting more worried as I heard him scream more.

"God damnit why can't I get past this stupid level!" Jack was playing Mario Maker, so I understood why he would be frustrated, but I'm pretty sure he was genuinely angry.

"Fuck!" He cursed as he died again. "Why can't I do this?" He got quieter, sounding upset now. I quickly ran to him, worried something else was bothering him.

"Jack, what's wrong?" I asked, kneeling next to him so we were about level with each other.

"It's just a stupid level in this stupid game. I can't get past it!" He slammed his fist on his desk, and I knew this wasn't about the game.

"Seriously, what's wrong. I've known you long enough to know this isn't anger at the game." Jack looked down, knowing I was right, but when he looked back up he had tears in his eyes.

"I don't know if I can do this." He began sobbing and I quickly scooped him in my arms, lowering us both to the ground.

"Do what? Jack, what's going on?" I asked, my voice filled with worry. He just shook his head, so I held him until he was ready to talk, gently rocking him to soothe him.

"I-This morning, I decided to look through the comments on our video to look for questions to answer, and th-there was one that was-was just so so awful!" He began sobbing again, and I held him even closer, hating that he felt this way.

"Shhh, shhh it's okay. It's just one comment. We'll get through this, together." Jack's sobbing slowed, and I felt him yawn against me. I picked him up, carrying him back to his room and laid down with him. "There's nothing to worry about. I'll always be here for you. We can do this, together." 

"But what if people hate us?" Jack sounded so small and scared and it broke my heart.

"Who cares? Since when have you ever cared about hate?" Jack looked up at me and shrugged. "Exactly, so why start now? It doesn't matter what other people think. All that matters is that we care for each other."

Jack nuzzled closer to me. "Yeah, I guess." He said. I watched as he slowly fell asleep, worn out from the screaming and crying. I felt so bad that he had to go through this, but I was glad I was there to help him get past it.