Poppies (A Septiplier AU)✔

~19

Jack's POV

I stepped into the hallway in my black suit and waited for Mark to join me. Today was the day. Today was the day we saw Felix in person ever again. 

My tears stained Mark's T-shirt he refuses to wash. I thought he should to get rid of the bad thoughts but he only looked away and sighed at me.

Today was the day I would see my friends corpse go six feet under, the last time he'd be in the air of the real world. He'd never see his family again even though they probably didn't care.

His parents refused to pay for his funeral, leaving the duty up to the school. They said they didn't care about him, that he was a mistake. I didn't believe them. How could I? Yeah I almost died but he took me under his wing when all the other kids thought I was a mistake too.

Mark stepped out of the dorm, locking the door behind him and breathing in deeply. Even though he was dressed for a funeral, he still looked handsome as hell. The way he held himself up, strong yet calm. Like a needle before it pierces the soft tissue of a child. He could rule the world if he wanted to. Don't even get me started on his ass.

"Shall we?" I nodded and he took my hand as we walked down the dark, sterile hallways. The air was heavy all through out the halls of the boy's dorms

Along the way, we passed his open dorm. A police officer and his dog were searching for the drugs Felix had hidden in that room. The smell of weed was no longer lingering in the room and the window was open, letting in the fresh spring air. The dog was digging at a cabinet attempting to find the drugs he was desperately looking for.

We continued walking down the hall, a police officer every 50 feet or so, investigating reasons why someone would kill him, or if it was just an accident waiting to happen.

After a while, we arrived at the small space the school had set up for the funeral. Mark hadn't said a word since we left but every now and then I spotted him staring at me. Concern was in his eyes.

Several pictures of Felix were strewn about by the casket, a sleek dark oak one. people were walking and speaking softly to each other, being careful not to disturb the dead from their long and forever slumber. Not many people ha shown up due to it still being spring break or they just didn't care for the poor guy.

The ceremony began and people sat down. The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

One by one people were asked to speak about him. Mark had been called up to speak about him along with Ken and a kid by the name of Cry. Apparently, just like Mark, they had been past friends too. In grade school. I wondered why he called himself Cry, but I then asked why is it any of my business anyway.

They finally called the last name to speak. At first I didn't realize it, but they had called my name. I only came to realization when Mark nudged at my arm and nodded to the front. 

I immediately rose from my spot in the audience to seek my position in front of the depressed crowd of people. I then opened my mouth, and began to speak.

"Hello everyone here today, My name is Jack and I was recently good friends with Felix. He was such a great friend to me. When I recently transferred here from Ireland, he had taken me in and been my friend when no one else would be." I looked over to Mark and he nodded his eyes glossy from tears. "I understand that most people didn't like him either, that he was an outcast to their society but that doesn't matter to me. May a good friend rest in peace." I stepped down from the podium and sat back down next to my Mark. I just wanted to hold him as he did for me. After all, I cared so much for him, I guess you could say that, well, I loved him.

After the ceremony, we waited for the burial. The coffin was placed above the hole where our friend's body would be buried forever, where his body would disintegrate from existence, even though I knew that wasn't his body.

We all paid our respects before they lowered his body to the depths of the Earth where only the Devil himself could find him. After he was buried, bouquets of bright red poppies lay on his grave. They symbolized death, peace and sleep. The same kind grew in the trenches of a war fought long ago. 

I guess h was a soldier, fighting this cruel world off from eating him alive. He didn't make it too far.

I sat on the bench as Mark wondered around looking at the gravestones stuck into the ground. A familiar figure approached me and I realized it was Tyler. It was odd seeing him here but I didn't mind it too much.

"What's up?" He said in the most casual way possible.

"I'm ok, but I don't think Mark is."

"Oh I see. You do seem sad though. I know this one place I go when I'm upset. You should join me later." Wait, did he just ask me out? No. No no no no no. Please no. "You know as buds" Oh thank GOD.

"Uhhh sure? Why not."

"Coll see you around Sean." Wait what the fuck. How does he know my real name? I've only told Mark... unless I forgot a teacher told the class. Oh well it's a name not a social security number.

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Me and Mark soon returned to our dorms and almost immediately passed out in each other's arms. I kissed his cheek as he held me tight, falling into a deeper sleep as the seconds went by. As soon as he was asleep, I kissed his cheek again, falling more asleep as m lips touched his tender, soft skin.

"I love you." I whispered into the darkness.

A faint whisper read across my guardian's lips"I love you too. My little potato."

A/N Hope everyone is enjoying the story so far! and sorry for it being so depressing. trust me, y'all gonna hate me at the end of the next couple of chapters but don't kill me I promise there'll be a cute chapter soon!