Septiplier - Angel

Jealousy

Wilfred POV:

My feet carefully reach the ground, landing with a small thud. My wings slowly fold in, resting gracefully on my back. Now, where is Sean? I make my way towards the door, raising my hand to knock.

"Mark?"

My hand stops in mid way, that voice almost seems familiar. It feels too dark to be a human's voice, but who else could be in the house. I rush towards one of the windows, peeking my head into the gloomy corridor. My eyes widen at the sight of a steaming Mark, strangling a demon-like figure. In the blink of an eye, the demon is replaced by a fragile man, tears slowly falling down his cheeks.

"M-Mark."

The voice is quiet, I could barely hear it. It has a small dose of an Irish accent. Is this Sean? Mark visibly relaxes at the sound of the man, snapping him out of his angered state. Why was my brother so mad? Where did that demon go? Does Sean have a demon in him? I'm confused. I make my way towards the door again, debating if I should enter or not. Why not, I have to be here anyways. With that thought in mind, I bring my hand back towards the door, carefully bringing it down towards on the wooden door. 'Knock knock knock.'

Sean POV:

My head snaps towards the door as the sound of a gentle knock echoes through the house. I slowly turn my head towards Mark to see confusion and worry in his features. I don't think we are expecting anyone, and besides, who would come here anyway?

"Are you expecting anyone?"

I shake my head at his question. He removes his grip on me as he stands up, me following behind. Mark slowly brings his hand towards the handle, hesitantly pushing it down. The door slowly creaks open, revealing a man standing on the other side. He has light brown eyes, it almost seems as if they were glowing pink. His hair looks a lot like Mark's expect this man has pink in it instead of red. I turn my head towards Mark, his eyes are wide in shock. A small smile making its way onto his features.

"Hello brother. Is this Sean?"

Brother? How does he know my name? Who the fuck is this guy? I raise an eyebrow in confusion, looking at Mark for assistance. I jump back as he jumps into the stranger's arms, hugging him tightly. A weird feeling bubbles inside me at the sight, and almost angry feeling. I huff out in annoyance, catching both of their attention. I don't know why I'm mad, I just am.

"What's wrong Jack?"

"Nothing."

I roll my eyes as I walk off, I don't have the right to be mad. I again don't know why I got pissed when I saw Mark jumping into his arms. I just am. With a sigh I plop myself down onto the couch, putting my head in my hands. Why am I mad?

"Seems like someone's a bit jealous."

"Jealous? That's ridiculous."

"You liiiikkkkeee him."

"No, I don't."

"Are you sure about that?"

Am I sure about that? Do I like Mark? Probably not, I'm not even gay. My head snaps up as I hear deep footsteps entering the room, turning around to meet confused eyes. My eyes follow him as he sits down, running a hand through his red hair.

"Jack, are you jealous?"

"What, no. What gave you that idea?"

"Well, you are glowing green."

What? Am I glowing green? What does th- Oh, I almost forgot. Shit, he can see my emotions. Am I jealous? I swear I'm not, well, maybe I am a little bit jealous. I just don't understand why.

"Well, there is no reason to be jealous. He's my brother."

"Your brother?"

"Yes, Wilfred."

Wow, coincidence much. This is perfect, if Mark gets distracted enough then Anti can sneak out. My eyes leave Marks as another pair of footsteps enter the room, these are light and bouncy. My eyes watch him as he sits on my other side, trapping me between the two. Great, now I'm trapped between two great looking men. Wait what?

"So, Sean cou-"

"It's Jack."

"Alright, so Jack could you enlighten me of what happened earlier?"

He saw us, I swear he wasn't in the same room. Was he stalking us? Jesus, that totally isn't creepy. I think over the events that happened only a second ago, well I don't think I can just outright say 'we were talking about you.'

"Well, Anti just made Mark pissed. That's all."

"Anti?"

"Yeah, Anti, my demon."

A spark of realization goes off in his eyes before they go completely dull. He starts to stare off into space, making both Mark and I look at each other in confusion. What is he doing? After about 5 minutes he shakes his head roughly, his eyes gaining their pink glow again.

"May I please speak to him?"

"Uh, I don't see why not."

With that, I step back and let Anti take control. Feeling that surge of power as he stretches, never taking his eyes away from Wilfred.

"Nice to see you again."  

Hola Cupcakes (I'm not Spanish), so yeah that took forever. I'm in a stage where I need to get my homework back on track so everything will go ten times slower. Sorry, school just sucks. Don't have anything else to say so I'm off. 

WISH MY LUCK (I'm in a play, it's called Pinocchio. I'm the cricket)

Cakey :)