Poppies (A Septiplier AU)✔

~23

Jack's POV

The sun was beating down on our backs as we sat in the rays of the warm California sun. It had been quiet on campus for the past month of school. Right now, Ethan, Amy, Wade, Bob, Mark and I were sitting around one of the several picnic benches in the courtyard. This one was the one that held all the memories with our friends. Like when Amy "accidentally" kissed Ethan. We had all figured it was on purpose but we never really mentioned it again after that.

Or when Wade tied Bob's shoelaces to the bottom of the bench. Now that was hilarious. I was going to miss this place over the summer. All the memories it held and secrets too of course. I was going to miss the scent of the poppies grown all around this place. The red always popped out at me. No wonder Mark stood out on that first day.

"Jack, do you have anything to play?" Amy asked from across the table. We had been in an intense round of Uno for the past hour and I was close to winning.

"Oh yeah I do." I could tell they read me like a book. Why did I have to have such close friends?

"Well you looked a little distracted there." Wade stating what seemed to be so obvious.

Mark reached his hand under the table and grabbed my thigh. I'll admit it made me jump a little even though I was used to his sweet touch. I placed my hand on his, making sure that would be where it stayed. I placed my card down and said the famous phrase.

"Uno." Several groans and complaints ran from my friends mouths as they frantically tried to devise a plan to destroy me. Luckily, Mark's turn was next so I had my ideas.

Mark then placed his card down. It was a reverse in the same color. Lucky for me, that was the exact card I needed.

"I win!" I shouted as everyone but me and Mark, threw down their cards on the table in front of them.

"Damn it Mark! Why do you have to throw the game so your stupid boyfriend could win?" Amy yelled from the other side of the table, rage on her face.

"Well I'm sorry you wanted to date me before I came out." He had a huge smirk on his face now, his eyes sparkling in the bright light. It looked good on him.

Amy at this point was furious and let me tell you, she does crazy shit when she's pissed. Speaking of this, she turned to Ethan, grabbed his head and kissed him again.

"Ethan Nestor, I've liked you for some time now and I was wondering if you'd go out with me." I elbowed Mark and nodded my head. He pulled out his wallet and handed me a twenty as I sank back into my spot a smug look on my face. On the other hand, Ethan looked absolutely shocked by this news.

He turned his head to look at her, then leaned in for another kiss. Everyone burst out laughing.

"So cause Ethan can't speak up for himself, that probably means yes Amy, he does want to go out with you." Bob said.

"Guys! Please help!" at that moment, Emma came running towards our table, fear in her eyes. "It's Ken! Please come help me!" 

Mark stood up first, dragging me along right after as we sprinted across the courtyard towards one of the dorm buildings.

By the time I could stop and take a breath, I saw him.

He was on the top story in an open window staring at the ground below. The top story in this case, was the third story.

Mark yelled for everyone to stand at the bottom and talk to him as Emma, him and I ran to the top to try and help him down. I could tell from here he was sobbing.

As fast as the three of us could we ran up the stairs and tracked him down.

"Ken! Please don't do it! I love you too much to let you go now!" Emma yelled, tears streaming down her face at a rapid speed.

"Emma, I-I just-t don't kn-know what t-to do w-without F-Felix. H-He was t-the only o-one who ha-ad my back."

"I have your back Kenny! I love you!"

"We have your back too Ken!" Mark replied. 

I couldn't move. I was frozen in time again. My past was catching up to me, and fast.

I could vividly see it. 

The tree.

The tree where my best friend had killed himself. I could see him, swinging from our tree house. I could remember the rain pouring on my face as I stood there, frozen. Once again in fear. My mother ran to my side, only to be greeted by the ghostly looking boy hanging from a place full of memories. 

Over the next couple of days after he died, I didn't eat or sleep. I stayed in my room, smoking my weed and listening to depressing music by myself. That was when I was 12. I'm 16 now. I knew I was still young,  but was that what I really wanted? To be young? I didn't know. 

I heard a scream from outside of my own little bubble, as a body fell out of the window before me.