Septipler: The Accident...

Part One - The Skype Call

Before I start this, I just wanna say that this is the first time I'm writing something like this, so I hope you enjoy. Also, because this is my first time writing, I'm only starting out with this first part. If you happen to read it (if you do, thank you) and enjoy it, then comment that you want me to continue the story, and I'll gladly do so. And there IS some foul language in this so if that offends you, stop here. If it doesn't please enjoy. LAST THING!!! There is a lot of pov switching so look out for that! I'll shut up now... :P

Third person pov

Mark and Jack are great friends on YouTube and visit each other often. Little does Jack know that Mark has a huge crush on him, but tries to hide it.

One day, three weeks before pax, Mark Decides to Skype with Jack.

Mark's pov

"Hey Jack!" I said, probably too happily. "Hi Mark!" I heard him say. God, I love his accent. "So I was thinking..." "Yeeeeaaahh..." he said, sounding impatient. "I thought maybe you should come here... early..." I said awkwardly, rubbing my hand through my red hair. "Ummm... sure! Why not?" he boasted. "Great!" I cheered. "I guess I'll see you soon!" "See you tomorrow, heh heh!" "Bye Jack!" "Bye Mark"

Why, just why do I have to be so awkward!? I thought to myself. "He's so damn adorable..." I said to myself. "Wait, what am I saying, he's my best friend! I can't help myself but stare at his eyes. The color of the ocean. Or his hair... greener than the first grass in the spring... If I could only tell if the feeling was mutual..."

Jack's pov

Why was Mark so awkward? He never gets that way... I couldn't help but think to myself. Is he ok? Maybe I should call him back... I worry about him... Wait, what? Did I seriously just think that? He's Mark, he's a grown man. He can handle himself. What if something's wrong? Is he hurt? I should leave to see him right now!

I started packing right then and there. I felt the urge to see him. Oh my god, do I have feelings for Mark? "No!" I yelled, not even realizing it. "I can't!" I shouted, while continuing to pack faster. No matter what I said, the urge to see him didn't go away...

Third person pov

Jack went online and bought a ticket to the next plane to L.A. The plane left in four hours. Plenty of time to pack and catch a cab.

Mark sat on his couch thinking about the previous conversation he just had with Jack. He couldn't stop thinking about the way he acted in front of him.

Mark's pov

"Fucking dumbass!" I screamed at myself. I knew how easy it could have been to ask him such a simple question, "but I'm too fucking stupid to handle myself!" I said, not realizing I even spoke at all.

Third person pov

Three and a half hours later, Jack was sitting in a cab, waiting to arrive at the airport. When he finally arrived, he threw himself out and ran to his plane. He wasn't late, but he felt the need to run. He couldn't wait to see Mark. When he got on the plane, he put in headphones to listen to music, and slowly drifted asleep.

Mark's pov

It was seven in the morning when I was woken up to my phone ringing on my nightstand. "H-hello?" I yawned. "Hey douchebag! Let me in! I've been pounding on your door for five minutes! Ha ha!" It was Jack. I nearly sprinted to the door to meet him. That is until i tripped on my pant-leg and fell to the ground.

Jack's pov

I was waiting at the door when I heard a thump followed by a "Fuck!" "Mark?" I shouted. I heard uneven footsteps and then the door opened. "Why hello there!" He said. "What, are you drunk? Give me a hug!" I laughed. We hugged and I asked him what happened. "Here's what happened..." he starts. "I was running to the door and a fucking smurf kicked me in the leg!" "Suuuuurrrree..." I said.

Third person pov

Mark led Jack to his guest room and let him settle in. Thirty minutes later, Jack came out of his room.

Mark's pov

I saw Jack come out of his room. I was sitting on the couch when I saw him. He had changed into pajama pants with my logo on it, and a shirt with Septiceye Sam on it. God, he looked adorable wearing my logo. Everything about him was adorable. His hair, his eyes... oh, his eyes... the cutest hue of blue I've ever seen.. and his voice, "with his deep, Irish accent. He's so adorable." "Ummm, what the fuck did you just say Mark?!"

I froze. I was so deep into fantasizing that I didn't even realize that I started talking. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I was so ashamed that my face turned bright red. I got so scared that I started to hyperventilate.

Jack's pov

I looked at Mark with my eyes wide open. I couldn't believe what I just heard. I looked at him, waiting for an explanation. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Then he started to hyperventilate. I ran to him, trying to calm him down. After five minutes, he didn't stop, so I called a hospital.

Third person pov

A few minutes after Jack called, an ambulance came. They finally calmed Mark down, but took him to the hospital anyway. Jack wasn't allowed to go with them, so he took a cab a little while after. When he got there, he couldn't go in Mark's room yet, so he sat impatiently in the waiting room.

About half an hour later, Jack was able to see Mark. He walked in the room with a worried look on his face.

Mark's pov

"Hey Mark." Jack said quietly. "Hey Jack." I nearly whispered. "So, is anything wrong with ya?" he asked me. "Well... apparently, I uhhh..." "You what!" he shouted. "...I had a small heart attack..." I saw Jack. I've never seen him in such a vulnerable state of being. He had tears flowing down his face. "Nothing's wrong with my heart, Jack... They can't explain how it happened either..." "What the bloody hell does that mean?" he questioned me. I didn't answer him.

I can't help but think... This all started with that damned Skype call...

Ok. That's the end of part one. If you liked it, please comment telling me whether to continue writing the story or not. (If I do continue, eventually we will get to the pax part!) And sorry if there's some typos, I finished typing this close to midnight and did not feel like rereading all of it. (Damn you, laziness!) I had a ton of fun writing it! In fact, I sat through two hours of music, sitting there, typing away. (over one thousand two hundred words! XD) Anyway, thank you so much for reading this, and remember to comment!

BYE! :P