(Septiplier) Alone

What now?

Jack rushed inside his house and up to his room. He heard his sister yell at him from the living room, but he ignored her. He hurried into his room and slammed the door. He sunk against the door, blushing. He smiled at Mark. It shouldn't be a big deal but it was to him. He hadn't smiled like that in years. He didn't remember the last time he smiled like that. In fact, he didn't remember the last time he was this happy. Mark made him feel so smart and cool. He made him feel nice. He made him feel wanted. He'd never felt like this before. He didn't want to stop feeling this way. It was so amazing. He felt excited for the first time. Excited to see Mark again. Excited for tomorrow. He didn't dread going to school. Mark was there, so he actually wanted to go. He still hated school, but he was willing to put up with it if he got to see Mark. That's when it hit him. He'd never thought it would happen to him. He never thought he could.

Jack had fallen in love. With Mark. He wondered if it was possible for them to be soulmates. He looked down at his arm. He rolled up his sleeve and looked over the words on his skin. He hated them. He hated his soulmate. But if Mark was his soulmate, would he hate Mark? Could he hate Mark? Mark had simply read the words on his arm. He didn't mean them. Mark's first words to Jack were the words on his arm. Mark could be his soulmate.

Jack felt tears threaten his eyes. He couldn't handle Mark rejecting him. Mark was his first real friend. Mark made him feel happy. He wanted to keep feeling this way. If he didn't speak, he would never find out. They could continue the way they had been. But a part of Jack was dying to know. What if Mark was his soulmate? He owed it to Mark to find out. He pulled his knees up to his chest and let out a quiet sob. He didn't know what to do. He just knew he didn't want Mark to leave.

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It started out optimistic sorry to say it might get worse... sorry about it