He Talks Too Much ~ Septiplier

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*Just to be clear that in this fic Jack has not dyed his hair green xD*

Jack shivered uncomfortably, wrapping his coat tighter around his skinny body as he shifted from foot to foot; eyes darting from stranger to stranger with no luck. Where the fuck was he? Did he accidentally go to the wrong Starbucks or something? 

Of course, Jack couldn't exactly blame him if that were the case. New York seemed to be the breeding ground for coffee shops, something that Jack was usually more than grateful for. Obviously today was an exception.

Snow drifted lazily from the sky and landed on his dark tufts of hair, his massive coat and his stupid grey beanie that he probably should've left at home. His breath misted in front of his eyes when he sighed and he could feel the curious stares of the Starbucks customers behind him fixed on his back as he checked his watch for the fifth time in the last two minutes.

His date was 15 minutes late and he'd been standing out here in cold, searching through the swarm of New Yorkers for almost all that time. It really hadn't been one of his smartest ideas, to try be all romantic and meet him at the door. He likely should've given up on it as soon as the snowflakes started to fall but pure stubborness kept him routed to the spot. Jesus, what the fuck was taking him so long anyway?

Jack sighed again, digging his icy hands into his pockets. He really shouldn't have raised his hopes so high. It was so stupid to think a guy like that, would seriously go out with a guy like him. Honestly, he was more angry at himself for falling for it.

The guy's name was Ryan. A tall man with tanned skin and cute brown eyes framed by a pair of tasteful glasses that made Jack's heart melt every time they so much as glanced in his direction. It was idiotic of him, he knew that. He was acting like a teenage girl with her first crush, but he couldn't help himself; any semblance of self control dissapearing the instant their eyes met. And it certainly didn't help when Ryan turned out to one of the nicest men Jack had ever met. He'd ticked all the boxes.

They'd met in the library. Cliché, right? Well, at the time all Jack hardly noticed, thinking of was how romantic it all would sound. Jack, the nerd with his nose stuck in a book 24/7 and Ryan playing the handsome stranger who swept him off his feet.

Jesus, that was sappy. He really needed to stop reading all those fucking romance novels, they were starting to mess with his head.

Anyway, in the beginning Jack couldn't gather the courage to do anything more than stare at the other man as subtley as possible; so of course Ryan had to make the first move. He'd been so confident, striding over to where Jack sat reading his book and plucking the novel straight out of his hands with a good natured smile, before handing it back.

Jack remembered how his face had lit up like a traffic light as Ryan had laughed gently at his expression, commenting how he couldn't stand to see such a pretty face being covered up by that book anymore. Jack had been praying for a hole to open in the ground beneath him and just swallow him whole as he stuttered and stumbled over his words like an idiot, but Ryan didn't make fun of it. Just smiled.

One thing had lead to another and now Jack was here, standing on his own outside Starbucks, shivering like a naked man in the snow. It was pathetic.

Jack clenched his jaw, anger running through his veins as the fact he'd been stood up slowly began to sink in as the minutes ticked by. That fucking bastard. He probably thought this was hilarious, watching that loser from the library wait for a date that in reality would never happen.

Well, fuck that.

Jack turned on his heel and strode into the shop alone, quickly ordering himself a coffee whilst accidently scaring the shit out of the poor boy behind the counter with the angry expression on his face. Of course when he eventually realised his glare,  Jack offered the boy an apologetic smile along with a hefty tip before wandering towards an empty table by the window and throwing himself down in a chair.