The Giant And The Leprechaun |•Septiplier•| -ON HOLD-

Chapter 9

"Your story?" Mark asked, holding a chuckle. "You mean like from when you were born?" Jack smiled, although it was a sad one. "Something like that, yes. But I'll focus on the part where you were starting to be important." He sighed, holding his empty mug. "But first, can we get some more hot chocolate? I'm still pretty cold." Mark nodded, then quickly filled both of the mugs before turning back to their little table. "Shall I start?" Jack asked, and Mark only nodded. He sighed. "I was born a mistake. My parents already had four other children, and they weren't planning on getting another one.

"They didn't want to keep me, so a nice couple from here adopted me. They were rich, and I won't lie and say that my life would be better with my original parents, because they won't. Time went on, and my lovely step parents sadly passed away. I kept that a secret, though. I didn't want people to pity me. That's when we were still friends, by the way. Luckily, they left enough money for me to live until I find a job, but I had to use it wisely.
I fired all the servants we had, except for one, that had to take care for me because I was still underage.

"When I saw that bitch kissing you, I was broken. I lost two of the most important people in my life in one day. I didn't speak to anyone, not even that servant, and he didn't know what to do. For two months, I was lost. But after that, people started bullying you, and I didn't know what to do, so I joined them. A year after, I turned 18, and that servant had to leave. That's when you came.

"Well, not exactly you. I still didn't know it's you, so for me you were just that mysterious guy. I was still lost, but you and your stupidly nice personality put me back together. Every stupid joke, every stupid comment, every stupid thing that you did made me laugh or at least smile for the first time in months. But you were also annoying; you helped me with my problems, but when you had a problem, you didn't let me do anything. You didn't tell me anything about you when I told you so many things about me, and I was frustrated.

"When you stopped talking to me because you figured out who I am, I was afraid that you'd hate me, but eventually we stayed the same. We didn't talk a lot lately though, and I had a feeling that I lost you. I fought with my real parents not too long ago, and I felt like I was drowning, but you weren't there this time to help me. It was like before- I lost my parents and my best friend again, and I was terrified and didn't want this to happen, but I had nothing to do in this situation."

A small sob escaped Jack's mouth, a few tears storlled down his cheeks. He sipped from his full cup, not daring to look at Mark. Before he knew it, two big, muscular arms are holding Jack's small frame from behind, squeezing him in a tight hug. "You're not losing me this time, not again." Mark whispered in Jack's ear. It was only then when Jack noticed white, some still pink, lines on Mark's wrists. "M-Mark?" Jack asked quietly. "Yeah?" Mark asked, confused about the worry in Jack's voice. "W-What are those lines?" Jack asked, afraid that they're what he thinks.

Mark put his arms to the side quickly, hoping Jack won't mention it again. "Mark, I'm serious. Please tell me that they're not what I think they are." You can hear Jack knew, but he was still hoping for a different answer. "I.. Had a really bad time too.." Mark sighed. He didn't tell this to anyone, and he didn't think Jack would be the first to know about the shit that happened to him. "Why?" Was all that came out of Jack's mouth, before he held Mark's hands gently. Mark didn't answer for a couple of seconds.

"My.. My father died." Jack was shocked. From all the opportunities of information he thought he could get out of Mark, he didn't think about this one. "A-and with the bullying and that I fell into depression, and I had no way back up." Jack looked down, tracing a finger over one of the scars lightly. "B-But when I met you, I stopped, really. I couldn't find the reasons why so I just stopped." This time, it was Jack that squeezed Mark in a hug (or at least tried). Jack smiled into Mark's shoulder, sighing yet again.

"I guess we both saved each other's life, huh?" He chuckled. Mark wiped some of the tears that still strolled down Jack's cheeks, smiling. "I guess so. I'm glad to have my best friend back." Mark said, hugging Jack even tighter. Jack felt his chest ach. "Yeah, I'm glad to have my best friend back too."

A.N
Hello everyone! I'm sorry this chapter isn't that good and it's pretty short, but it's late for me and I have a lot on my head.. I have depression and anxiety, and I'm having a really bad time, so updates will be a little bit slower for now.
I'LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE!

~MEOW