"Don't worry about failures, worry about the chances you'll miss if you don't even try"
*Marks PoV*
"Mark seriously, you're still bleeding" Sean said as he handed me another paper towel. This isn't the way I wanted to befriend him, but he seems really nice. And he cares about me. He cares about me more than I've ever been cared about, and I hardly knew him. I lifted the clean paper towel up to my nose and did what he said, this time, standing up. I wanted to talk to him, but he seemed like he wanted to be in silence as he wiped more blood off of my face.
When my nose finally stopped bleeding I put the paper towels in the bin and walked over to the door. I stopped when I looked back at Sean. He stood unmoving, staring down at the floor.
"So I guess we're even now" he said, not moving his eyes from the floor where I was sat. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
"What do you mean?" I asked him. Why was he now saying this?
"I mean, you're going to go back to your life and I'm going to go back to mine"
"I was kind of hoping that we would stay friends" I told him. He looked up at me, looking straight into my eyes this time.
"But I'm not popular, I don't have friends like you do. I don't have my hair dy-"
"You can get you're hair dyed, Sean, if you want it that much. I can help you get friends. It doesn't matter to me if you are popular or not" I told him loudly. "Just tell me, would you like that?" I asked lowering my voice. My heart started beating really fast and my stomach started to squirm. It just dawned on me, the fear of being rejected.
"Mark, I would like that very much" he said in return. He smiled, the sweet smile that I had not seen in a long time. Could I be falling in love? I have never felt this feeling in my life. Not even with Amy. No this can't be what I am feeling. I have a girlfriend, I am not gay. I smiled back and he walked over to the door.
"Mark" he said. I looked at him. "Thank you" my stomach started to squirm again. This time it was not from fear, but from joy. From the happy feeling that he gave me whenever he came near.
But it can't be love.
It just can't.
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I can't - A Septiplier Fan-fiction
Fanfiction"Whether you believe you can, or you can't, you are correct." - Henry Ford *Sean's PoV* I can't wait to get back to school. To see Mark again. Mark. Even the sound of his name made me happier. I got into the passenger seat of my dads car and he got...
