Septiplier One Shots

Homecoming Dance

Mark walked into his high school for his senior homecoming dance with his friends Bob and Wade.

Mark just decided to go with his friends, since i) he didn't have a date, and ii) it wasn't easy to get a date because he was gay. Bob was with his girlfriend Mandy, and Wade was with his girlfriend Molly, and Mark was... well, alone.

He had a few friends that didn't have dates, so he wasn't the only one. He didn't really care about being single, it was just times like these that made him want a boyfriend.

He met up with Tyler right when he got there while Bob and Wade went onto the dance floor (or the gymnasium floor... it was a high school dance after all).

"So, you didn't get a date?" Mark asked as he took a sip from his can of Pepsi he'd bought moments before.

"No," Tyler sighed.

"I thought you had eyes for that Kathryn girl," Mark said.

"I like her, but I'm too scared to talk to her," Tyler said, laughing dryly and covering his face with his hands, "Pathetic, right?"

"Didn't she come her alone, too?" Mark asked.

Tyler nodded, his head still covered.

"Then go talk to her! She digs you, dude."

Tyler uncovered his face, "You think so?"

"Yes, I've seen the way she stares at you in math class. I think she doodles your name in her notebook," Mark said.

Tyler laughed, "Okay, I'm gonna talk to her."

"You got this!" Mark shouted from across the room when Tyler was about to get to the gym. Tyler waved and jogged through the doors.

Mark stayed in the sitting area and took another sip of his soft drink. He played a game on his phone when he heard footsteps approaching him.

Mark locked his phone and looked up. Walking toward him was the bad boy from his school. An Irish teen who moved here a year ago named Sean - although he went by Jack. His hair was green and he wore small black gauges. He wore a black and white tuxedo and he looked very handsome.

He was also Mark's crush.

"Hey," Jack broke the silence.

"Hi," Mark said, pushing up his glasses, "How are you?"

"Could be better," Jack said, "This dance so far is lame."

"Tell me about it," Mark said. He patted the seat next to him, "Take a seat."

Jack walked toward him and sat down, straightening his bow tie, "You look nice."

"You do, too," Mark smiled, trying to hide the crimson blush on his cheeks.

"Thanks," Jack said, "I hate suits, and dances."

"Why'd you come then?" Mark asked.

"I don't know," Jack said, "I kinda wanted to talk to somebody that I've had a crush on for a while, I just don't know if they're interested and I'm nervous, w-well, I mean, I already talked to them, but I don't know how to tell them how I feel about them."

"Oh, I get what you mean," Mark said, "I think you should just go for it, I mean, you're a good looking guy, and you're not a total asshole, so I think they probably like you, too."

"Man, you're good at giving advice," Jack said.

"I guess," Mark said, "I'm just average."

"You're more than average to me," Jack said not so quietly.