More Than Friends//Septiplier

-_Chapter Two_-

"Well...I told ye that I had a nightmare." Jack was now looking out of the window, not able to look at Mark. "It had you in it...A-And...ye killed me."

Mark's eyes widened, surprised at Jack's nightmare.

Jack continued, "Before ye killed me, ye were saying that I should kill myself and go die in a hole...And that the world would be better without me..."

After Jack explained his nightmare, they sat in silence.

"I...I would never do that to you..." Mark finally spoke. "I care about you way too much to hurt you."

Jack sighed, leaning against the head of the chair and closed his eyes. "I know."

-Time skip to when they get to Mark's house- (Since it apparently takes a long time -_-)

Mark opened up the door. "You already know that I don't have a guest room, so you could sleep on the couch or with me. Or in the recording room, it's comfortable in there."

"It's okay, Mark. I'll sleep with ye." Jack rolled his suitcase in. "Can I just, uh, put my stuff in yer room?"

Mark nodded as Jack carried his stuff up the stairs. He took his phone out of his pocket when he got into Mark's room and tweeted 'I'm staying with Markiplier for a few days! I'll try to keep posting!'

"Jack! I'm coming upstairs!" Mark yelled up the stairs.

"I already took a shower before I left." Jack put his phone on the nightstand closest to him. "And I'm too lazy t' take one now, so I'll take one in ta morning."

Mark laughed lightly, "Okay, you can get ready for bed while I take a shower."

Jack nodded as Mark went to go take a shower. He stripped down to his boxers and a green T-shirt. He, then, slipped into the bed.

Mark's bed was surprisingly comfortable. He heard his phone vibrate and grabbed his phone. He noticed that most of the notifications were from Twitter, so he opened up the app and what he saw made him smile.

There were tweets all about 'Septiplier'. Jack scrolled through the tweets when he saw one that made him blush.

'What are you doing with him, Jack? Are you having a smutty time?~'

He quickly cut his phone off and set it back on the nightstand.

~Mark's POV~

I walked back in the room with my pink warfstache boxers on and a t-shirt. I looked at Jack, his face was completely red. "Uh, Jack? Are you okay?" I asked. He looked up at me and buried his face in a pillow. Something must have spooked him. I shut off the light and slipped in my bed beside Jack, a fair distance was between us. I set my glasses on the nightstand beside my bed.

Jack turned to face me. I could still see that his face was still partially red.

"Why's your face red?" I asked, whispering even though it was just the two of us there.

"It was a t'ing from Twitter." Jack replied, whispering too. "T'ese fangirls are gettin' too out of hand."

"What were they talking about?" I asked. I was intrigued and curious about what the fangirls said.

Jack thought for a little while before saying, "Ye follow me on Twitter, right?" I nodded. Jack continued, "You can see it on t'ere. I would tell ye, but it's a bit too...weird..." I followed Jack's instructions, going on Twitter and stuff. I started scrolling down the replies to Jack's message.

Nothing bad so f-

I blushed, reading the reply. I saw why Jack was so embarrassed. I cut off my phone and put it away. I looked around my pitch black room. My eyes, then, averted to the green mop of hair right beside me. It seemed that Jack moved closer to me. He yawned and started to fall asleep against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer almost immediately. It was kind of like a reflex. I yawned, not realizing that I was tired, too. I closed my eyes, quickly falling asleep.