Tiny Dancer ~ Septiplier

❁ Chapter 5 ❁

Jack's POV:
I woke up pleasantly, it was probably one of the best nights sleep I got in a long time. I was feeling good, inspired, hell I might even talk to Mark. Mark wasn't like all the douchenozzles back in Ireland, maybe it was an Irish thing I thought? Well who cares I'm hungry as  all hell.
I looked over to Marks bed to see he looked like the complete opposite of me, I just assumed I looked as good as I felt but he looked horrible. His eyes where red and puffy, his normally tame hair was a mess. He never once lifted his head to me. Had I done something wrong? He didn't even bother to get changed into bed attire he was still in his lacrosse kit which was slightly muddy I might add. He looked ashamed? Ashamed of what I pondered? Me? Himself?
I decided not to think about it any longer in fear of saying something I would regret. I flopped off the bed in an attempt to start the day. I walked over to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. After turning on the taps I decided to take a really hot shower just to treat myself for my performance in dancing. I let the soothingly warm water run down my neck and back letting it cover me like a blanket.
After getting dried and dressed I decided to walk to my local Starbucks and grab me and Mark a coffee because he looked like he needed a pick me up. The weather wasn't too cold but it was the perfect temperature for a beanie and a light scarf. Beanie season as I would call it. I walked down the autumn lane feeling the crisp wind pinch my cheeks leaving them slightly pink. This was the type of weather that when you walked it was peaceful and left you to your thoughts. Lord knows I need to think about things right now. I know I'm pansexual but what I don't know is if I have an inkling for Mark. Do I?
I thought about it the whole way to Starbucks and even in the shop. Meaning the young very angsty teen had to ask what I wanted three times, whoops. I couldn't get the thought off my mind what if I did love Mark Fischbach? Nobody would shout at me or hate me, so why did it seem wrong to me? I've had boyfriends before all come and go no big deal so why was this boy causing so much turmoil.
I sighed and collected our two coffees and began to walk back to our dorms, just me and my thoughts. I walked with a slight bounce in my step and my face now plastered with blush thinking about 'us'. Jesus I was like a fourteen year old girl fangirling about a stupid crush. Jack Fischbach? No, Mark McLoughlin. No, Sean William Fischbach. Wow it's like Sean McLoughlin but every time he fan girls about Mark it gets faster. I laughed at my own pathetic joke about an old memes so much by the time I stopped I had reached the dorm room.
Dorm room 210, it was still the usual red glossy hotel room door, nothing changed there. I fumbled to get my key in the door with the cold weather. After successfully opening the door I looked up to see Mark in the same position I left him in, I sighed and climbed up on his bed beside him. I smiled warmly handing him the coffee.
"You looked like you needed it,"
I said breaking the silence in the room.
"That bad huh?"
He tried to give one of his usual badass smirks but it just came across like an apology?
I was never one for being nosey by intruding on people's personal business but then again I wasn't one for talking to jocks yet here I am.
"Are you okay?"
I asked sounding genuinely concerned
"Yeah, fine"
he sighed taking a sip of the warm coffee.
"You know if there is something bothering you, you can always tell me. I may have came across like an asshat at first by not talking to you but since we're gonna be living together I suppose that makes us 'friends?' Look I'm sorry for being such a badgers ass to you it's just I've had some bad experiences with people like you back home, in Ireland."
I said displaying all my emotions, he giggled.
"Badgers ass?"
"Shut up I was being all emotional and shit pouring out my heart and soul and this is what you choose to comment on? I'm hurt Mark"
I replied being as overdramatic as I could by pretending I was hurt. That made him laugh more. After the laughter died down Mark and I just sat on his bed not saying anything but enjoying the company of eachother. We had no classes today because we had to 'sort our shit out' as Cry put it. We sat for about an hour before I started to think about this crush I had and what would happen if Mark and I were a couple. I imagined what it would be like for his toned arms to hold me and for his slightly bigger hands to fit perfectly with mine. My thoughts stopped as Mark looked at me. His brown glossy eyes stared into mine.
"You have beautiful eyes, there like the colour of the ocean."
I was so shocked at what I was hearing that I didn't reply but my face told it all by the blush spread across my cheeks said it all. Before I even could be embarrassed about the blush Mark pressed his soft lips on mine. I reached my hand to the back of his head lightly tugging his hair which resulted in us lying on his bed kissing while he held my waist. Our lips moved in perfect time with each other, he licked my lower lip asking for entrance which I gladly accepted. He explored every crevice of my mouth...
"You really know how to make me cry when you give me those ocean eyes,"
I heard Mark sing softly whilst twirling my hair around his fingers, he giggled when I woke up but continued fiddling with my hair.
"You fell asleep on my lap."
His lips softly curled into a smile
"Your lucky I set your coffee down when I saw you dozing off. Whatever you were dreaming about sure made you happy you kept giggling?"
He said soothingly probably because I just woke up again which made me smile. My sleepy smile vanished when I realised that everything that I thought just happened was nothing more than a dream...