Septiplier one shots

I'm not that easy

Sean or Jack McLoughlin is a more feminine boy. He was a 17-year-old who loved to cheer, and wear pastel colors and occasional skirts. He's gotten the attention of all the most popular boys of his school. Jack has actually gotten the attention of the quarterback for the football team, Mark Fischbach.

It may be the short skirts that Jack wears or the upbeat, nice attitude that he displays daily to everyone he sees that makes Mark attracted to Jack.

Mark liked everything about the boy.

Jack finished his routine with the other cheerers, which so happened to be at the same time of football practices. Jack has gotten scolded many times for not being on time and for looking at a certain football player. Mark loved the attention of the green-haired boy, he had always caught the other boy staring.

This time, the Irish boy never even glanced at quarterback. Mark, of course, noticed that and felt a little bit off. His throws were sloppier, his runs were slower, and his catchings were worst. Jack did this on purpose to see what Mark would do.

After practiced finished for both of them, Mark jogged over to the small boy.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Mark said, taking off his sweaty helmet.

"Nothing?" Jack smiled, dragging out the 'ing' sound. Jack knew what he was doing.

"Meet me under the bleachers?" Mark asked, putting a piece of hair behind Jack's ear. "We can have a little fun or... go out?" Mark put a hand on Jack's waist and brought him closer.

"Meet me there when you're showered and clean." Jack laughed a little unpleasantly as he smelled the odor of Mark.

"I'll be back then." Mark stated, kissing Jack's cheek. Mark ran off to join the other players who high-fived him for getting "laid" soon. Jack rolled his eyes and thought of a plan to go with instead.

A quick ten minute shower later, Mark was out of the shower. He put on his regular clothes, a black and red flannel (which Mark remembered that Jack said he liked). He took some time on his hair, styling it every way imaginable.

He walked to the bleachers and saw that nothing was there except a note.

I'm not that easy. Try harder next time, love.
-Yours truly, Jack <3

Mark smiled dumbly and sighed quietly. He walked to his car, kicking a pebble along the way to distract himself, and then, he heard something.

"Still wanna take me out, love?" Jack asked while pulling on the sleeves of his long, pastel pink jacket.

"Hell yeah." Mark mumbled as he wrapped his arms around Jack and brought him into a kiss.

"Maybe I'm a little easy." Jack broke the kiss.

Heyo. wanna check out mah new book? yes? no? oh whale. love ye