Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER NINETEEN ~~

The guys didn't make a big deal out of the Mark and I thing for the rest of the night. It was mainly just us, sitting around and laughing. It was really the first night since the end that I had legitimately enjoyed being alive. Breathing.

After a few hours of laughing and joking around, the boys decided that the night had drawn on long enough.

"It must be getting late," Wade said, yawning and leaning backwards against the grassy ground.

"It's about one thirty," I confirmed, looking up at the moon.

"You're joking right?" Ken laughed noticing my actions.

"Joking? About?"

"The time. Surely you can't tell."

"Actually he can," Mark piped up, lying against his jacket on the ground, eyes closed and looking almost asleep.

"Seriously? How?" Wade asked.

"I don't really know. I just picked it up over the years I guess," I explained.

"Fairo."

A few more minutes of silence ticked by before anyone said anything again.

"We should probably get some sleep," Ken suggested.

"I'll take watch," I announced.

"Jack, you've been up for hours. Get some sleep, I've got this," Mark said.

"No, it's okay. I don't really wanna sleep, but if you wanna keep me company you can," I suggested.

Ken and Wade laughed a little being the dicks that they had always been. Cry had been asleep for around and hour by then, so the boys kept quiet and both made themselves comfortable before attempting to get some rest.

Mark stood from where he way lying and made his way over to where I was sitting, putting forth his hand as if to help me up.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, looking from his hand and back up to his eyes.

"I just wanna go for a quick walk, come on."

He reached down and pulled me up by my waist, throwing me over his shoulder giggling to himself as we walked away from the sleeping men that would be okay alone for a few minutes.

Mark put me down after a minute or two but kept my hand firmly grasped in his. My other hand holding the old camera that I had been looking at earlier. It felt nice so I wasn't going to say anything about it. We walked for a little longer until we reached a small lake that held the glare of the moon light, bringing it to us.

"Why did you bring me out here?" I asked him after admiring the splashes of light hitting the waters surface.

"I don't know, I just wanted to get you alone again," he responded, swinging our hands back and forth before sitting on the bank, pulling me down with him.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He gestured to the scene that was set before the two of us, glistening with hope that there might be something better than what there is in this world. Somewhere.

I hummed in approval as I watched the beauty unfold before us.

"Jack?"

"Yeah, Mark?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course. What is it?" The tone of his voice worried me.

"Whatever you do, please don't hate me for this. Okay?"

What was he going to tell me?

"Of course not."

"Okay... Before all of this happened, back when it first began, I saw you."