~I swear this one won't be a cliffhanger! I think......LOVE YA!~
~Darks POV~
Mark smirked while Jack snickered in the background.
"We totally caught you two hitting it up earlier." Mark commented with a smug look on his face. "Yeah, and Anti was all over ya just a second ago." Jack added to Marks almost insulting stream of smugness. "Ya totally got tha hots fer em, doncha?" (I think that's too Irish but whatever😂) Jack sounded like a teenage girl. I growled again. "I do not like that piece of scum. I never have and never will. He's so pathetic and useless and he can't even take care of himself! Why would anyone like him?!" I shouted, embarrassed and angry. I was so engrossed in my own embarrassment that I hadn't noticed the small green haired demon standing at the bottom of the stair case, clutching the hand rail like it was his lifeline. It was only when I heard a small gasp that I realized he was there. My head yanked into his direction and I saw the hurt in his duo colored eyes. I also saw the tears. Then he bolted. Our the kitchen. Out the living room. Out the door. And out into the cruel world. But I didn't give chase. No, I just stood there like an idiot! I felt my heart crack just before someone place their hand on my shoulder and shake it gently. "Dark?" It was Marks voice. I turned my head to glare at him. "Get your nasty, clammy hands off me, Fuckiplier." I snapped, causing the now black haired man to remove his rather large hand from my shoulder. As I began walking up the stairs, I stopped and threw an "I told you so" over my shoulder.
Well I kinda lied. Sorry. DONT HATE ME PLEEAASSSEEEE!
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Brutal Love (Antiplier)
RomanceWell idk for a description but howa bout this? Mark and Jacks' relationship was going flawlessly and not a soul seemed upset about it. But this isn't a story about Mark and Jack. It's about their counterparts. Oh yes. The one and onlys. Dark doesn'...
