✓But Daddy~ *Septiplier Fanfic* [Editing]

I Promise

Jack's P.O.V.
--------------------
I look at Mark, tears filling my eyes quickly.

"I won't. I promise." I say softly.

Mark looks at me, his brown eyes making me melt. I could look at them all day.

"Jack? Where do you want to have our date?" He ask softly.

I saw him smiling at me. I didn't know what it was about that smile but it just filled me with happiness. Like when I looked at him, I just got happy. Maybe everyone feels that way.

"Oh... The movies, I guess. I don't really go on dates." I said honestly.

He smiles brightly.

"Really? I always took people on dates. It was sort of my thing. Even if it was going to the park, I still made a good impression." He says with a prideful look on that goofy face of him. 

Suddenly I remember that I was sad moments ago. And he just... cheered me up. How? He didn't even do anything. Yet now I'm happy. How?

"How do you do it?" I ask looking at him.

"Do what?" 

"Make me happy. I was sad, crying moments ago and now I'm happy. How did you do it?" 

He chuckles and rubs his neck.

"It's my good looks, big muscles, amazing personality. What couldn't you like about me?"  

I look at him with a serious look. He put his hand next to him leg. 

"I don't know... People tell me that a lot. I guess... I was born like that. I don't really have an answer for that. Sorry." He says softly.

"Oh no, it's nothing to be ashamed of. I just... It's a good thing to have stick around." I say smiling.

He looks around and spots the clock. It read 12:23 pm 

"Common. Lets get up. Then go see that movie." He says standing up.

I stand up slowly and look at him. I walk over to the dresser next to my bed and open the pill bottle for my antidepressants. 

"Why do you take those?" Mark ask, stopping before walking out of the room.

I swallow them, swiftly. I look at him, feeling the blacks of my eyes become smaller, which is normal when taking them. 

"I'd... rather not say to be honest." I said standing up.

He nods and walks out the room. I close the door and walk over to the closet and change my shirt, putting on a grey tank top. It was warm for once so I could actually wear this. I put on a clean pair of boxers and a pair a tight black jeans. I slip on a new pair of socks and collect everything. It'll have to be brought down later. I walk out of the room to come face to face with a shirtless Mark, running down the hallway.

"Uh, Mark?" 

"I forgot my shirts in the basement!" He yells running downstairs.

I chuckle and walk into the living room, turning on the TV and sitting.