"My Irish Idiot" A Septiplier Fanfic (Markiplier X Jacksepticeye)

"Secrets" Chapter Eight

(Jack's PoV)

A week.

It's been a week since me and Mark hungout. We usually hang out almost every night, at least every night we weren't busy. But we've just been growing distant. Every time I try to get close to him he acts like I'm sick. Every time I question him it's the same thing. He says "Of course your my friend, there's just something I can't say." and it's driving me insane. What can't he tell me? I'm his best friend..... and lately I see him clenching my necklace, especially when I'm around. Maybe I hurt him in some way.....I really hope not. 

I know we've only been friends for a little over 2 months, but we've grown so close and he is the nicest person to me. I just hope that it's not me.

I shake my head, trying to get him out of my head. It's weird, I've never really had any close friends so I'm not use to really being concerned about other people, or missing people. I let out a sigh and get up off my couch, walking tot my computer. Should I message him?.....No, if it is my fault I don't want to annoy him. Heh, maybe Charlotte was right, maybe I am annoying. I shake my head again and reach for my dog tags, but frown when I remember Mark has them. Instead, I just put a hand on my shoulder and closed my eyes.

"Jack! Mark's here!"

When I hear my mom I jump a little. A smile appears on my face and I get off the couch, racing to the door, almost slipping on the floor.

"Hey Mark!"

I say a little too enthusiastically, but Mark returns the enthusiasm.

"Ey Jack!"

We bump fists and my smile widens. He's genuinely smiling, maybe I've just been overthinking everything.

"So what's up?"

I ask while moving aside, gesturing him inside. Mark just shrugs and says

"Nothing really, just a lot on my mind."

As we walk to my room I continue to talk.

"Like what?"

He seems nervous as he scratches the back of his head.

".....Stuff."

"What type of stuff?"

I pester, a little sad he has to hide something from me

"Just stuff. Sorry Jack, I just can't tell you."

I want to get mad, but I can see the anxiety and guilt on his face, making me feel guilty as well.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

He silently nods, looking to the ground. Letting out a quiet sigh I open my bedroom door and flop on my bed.

"Is there anything that's been troubling you? It just seems lately you act different around me, and I just don't want to be the one to upset-"

"Nonononono! Please don't think that! I've just had some things that I've been going through, and I really can't tell anyone. I promise I trust you and all, it's just....if you did know why you would understand."

His voice starts fast and loud, surprising me, but as he goes on his voice goes quieter to almost a mumble.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to annoy you, I'm just worried."

I notice his anxious expression fade into a small smile, making me smile a little.

"Don't worry about me, I promise it's nothing serious, just a little secret."

Nodding my head I roll my eyes and sit up on the bed. I pat it next to me, signalling Mark to sit next to me. He seems hesitant, but then slowly walks over and sits next to me.