Best Friends To Boyfriends (Septiplier)

Part 34

AN: It came to my attention that Paint Yourself Silly is something only in one city. For those of you that don't know, it's a place that you can go and paint ceramics and they put them in the kiln for you.

Mark's POV:

I smiled as Jack led me to the photo booth. 

"Ooh there's props!" He said as we got closer. Each of the props were from different video games. I looked through the pile of props and reached towards one, but Jack beat me to it.

"I wanted to be Princess Peach!" I whined, pouting.

"Fine, ya big baby." Jack said, handing me the wig and reaching for Mario's hat. "You can be Peach but I get to be Mario."

"Sounds good to me." I said as I put the wig on sloppily. "You should carry me since I'm the damsel in distress."

"There is no way that's happening." Jack said, laughing. "You're way too heavy for me."

"It's not my fault I'm so muscular." I flexed just to make a point. "Alright, how about I carry you? I'm a big strong princess who don't need to man to save her!"

Jack just shrugged and allowed me to pick him up bridal-style. I tried to look tough while Jack looked at me like I'm his hero, but we both ended up in a fit of giggles.

The photographer got a few shots, making sure there was at least one good one. When he was finished, I put Jack down and took off the wig.

"Now I want a nice photo." I said, fixing my hair.

"Alright, what should we do?" Jack questioned. I thought for a moment and finally decided to go with the cheesy kiss-on-the-cheek couple picture. After the photo was taken, my stomach growled, reminding me what we were going to do before we saw the booth. 

"Ready to go get some lunch?" I asked Jack.

"When am I ever not ready to eat?" He joked. We headed to the front of the building and exited, looking around for places to eat. We finally decided on pizza and got one to share. 

"Are you ready for something special?" I asked Jack once we were both finished eating.

"Anything is special as long as I'm with you." Jack replied, then made a disgusted face. "Yuck, so cheesy! It's true though." 

"Awww, you make everything special too." I replied, wrapping my arm around his waist as we left the restaurant. I led him to our destination and his eyes widened when we arrived.

"Paint Yourself Silly!" He exclaimed, practically running in. I chuckled as we looked at the different things we could paint.

"What are you going to do?" I asked him, still not having an idea myself. 

"Hmmm..." He thought, still looking around. "Oh! A picture frame! Then I can put one of the pictures we just got taken in it!" He had a huge grin as he grabbed a frame and went to the counter to pick out his paint colors. I continued looking around, finally deciding on a mug since Jack and I are both big coffee drinkers.

Jack and I sat across from each other as we painted, keeping our "masterpieces" to ourselves. I decided to try to paint Septiceye Sam and Tiny Box Tim, the key word being try. They're pretty basic shapes, but the details were difficult. I had to look up exactly how they looked to make sure I got the details right. Surprisingly, it didn't turn out too bad. I added "Septiplier" under the characters and looked at my work. I decided it was missing something and added a few little red hearts. 

"There, perfect!" I said as I finished up. 

"I'm almost done and then we can show them to each other." Jack said, going back to concentrating on his painting. A few minutes later he exclaimed he was finished.

"On the count of three, we'll show them to each other. One, two, three!" I turned mine around, Jack doing the same. We both laughed as we looked at them, realizing we both did almost the same thing. 

Jack had painted the frame yellow. He had the right half of Septiceye Sam at the top connected to the left half of my famous pink moustache. On the bottom he had added "Septiplier Away!" He had also added a ton of small hearts on the sides of the frame. 

"I guess great minds think alike." I said.

"Or maybe we're just so in love with each other that our minds are connected." Jack suggested, getting up to take the painted frame to the counter to be put in the kiln. I brought up the mug and paid for our things. Jack pouted when I refused to let him pay, but this was my idea so I should be the one to pay. I told this to Jack, but he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, but you always pay for me. Plus, mine cost more." He countered.

"Let me be a good boyfriend!"

"Fine. Don't get mad at me when you run out of money from buying me so many things." Jack said as we left.

"I could never be mad at you." I grabbed his hand, brining it up to my face and kissing the back of it.