Middle of the Week Motivation

The Night of My Life

"Come on, you never go out." Jack's roommate whined. He had been bugging Jack all afternoon to go with him to a party that was happening later that night.

Jack rolled his eyes. "You know I don't like parties. Besides, last time I went with, you just abandoned me and spent the whole time making out with your girlfriend."

"That was once!" The roommate defended himself.

"That was last week." Jack deadpanned.

"Dude, come on." his roommate complained. "You need to get out anyway, you can't just spend your weekend locked up in the dorm playing video games."

"Watch me." Jack shot back.

"Dude, seriously." Jack's roommate grabbed his arm as the blue eyed Irishman tried to push past him.

Nothing happened for a second before Jack finally cracked. "Fine." he growled, sending a glare to his roommate. "But this is the last time."

Jack's roommate chuckled. "That's what you said last time."

The car ride was silent as they drove to the party later that night, Jack making sure his roommate knew he wasn't happy about doing this. "Oh, come on, lighten up." His roommate prompted as he turned off the car. Jack simply rolled his eyes, trudging up the hill towards the house behind his roommate.

Just as predicted, five minutes into the party, Jack's roommate found his girlfriend and left Jack behind to go make out with her. Jack sighed. He wasn't really in the mood to get drunk tonight, his roommate would undoubtedly get wasted and someone needed to drive them home. He sighed, walking around the edge of the room to get to where the drinks were, very thankful when there was more than just beer. Jack grabbed a can of Pepsi, moving over to lean against a nearby wall. He was fine being left alone, and was waiting for the party to be over so he could leave, pulling out his phone to pass the time.  The green haired man made sure to look up from his phone every once and awhile, because his roommate would be super pissed if he found out Jack wasn't actually trying to be social.

What Jack didn't expect to see, and definitely didn't want to see, was his ex-boyfriend walking around, flirting with different people. Jack tensed up, quickly shoving his phone in his pocket and using his empty soda can as an excuse to walk to the other side of the room. Much to Jack's dismay, his Ex had spotted him and began to casually make his way over to Jack's new spot. Jack again moved his location, stopping to hide on the other side of a man who was leaning against the opposite wall. Jack wasn't even focusing on who it was that he had taken refuge next to, he was just trying to appear as casual as possible, which didn't work at all.

"Hey there, Jack. How've you been?" Jack's ex, Oliver, asked flirtatiously. Jack didn't say anything, scooting closer to the random person next to him. "Oh, come on, don't run away." Jack kept on moving farther and farther away until he accidently bumped into the stranger next to him. Jack looked up from the floor, meeting the gaze of the stranger next to him. Jack's eyes widened as realized he knew this person. It was none other than Mark Fischbach, one of the most popular kids in the school. He wasn't popular because he was super rich or mean, but he was just a generally nice person that talked to everyone. He was also the only person that Jack had a crush on in the whole entire college. Jack's face flushed red as he mumbled out an apology seemingly flustered, though his attitude changed as soon as he set his eyes back on Oliver.

He refrained from saying anything, but a quiet growl escaped the back of his throat. Mark could feel the tension between the two, and as Oliver tried to make another advance He decided to step in.

"Could you seriously stop?" Mark asked, his voice calm, but threatening.

"What? Why? What do you even want?" Oliver shot back.

"I want you to get away from my boyfriend." Mark practically snarled, wrapping his arms around Jack's waist and pulling the irishman closer.

"This is who you left me for?" Oliver asked, disgust and disbelief seeping into his voice.

"He's better than you by a long shot." Jack shot back.

"He didn't even defend you at first, It just seems like he doesn't care about you. Come back to me, and I can treat you better than that." Oliver promised, reaching out and trying to pull Jack back towards himself. Mark growled, sending a glare towards Oliver as he felt Jack tense up in his arms.

"You think I don't care?" Mark asked. "You think I'm not actually his boyfriend?" Mark spun Jack around and pulled him close to his chest, reaching down and pressing a kiss to his lips. Jack didn't know how to respond at first, but soon returned the gesture, turning into a flustered mess as Mark pulled away. Oliver's eyes widened in surprise, he certainly hadn't expected that to happen, but he tried to retain his cocky attitude.

"Whatever, You're still nothing compared to me. I'll be waiting for Jack when he realizes I'm better." And with that, Oliver walked away.

As soon as Oliver was out of sight, Mark was spewing out apologies. Jack didn't say anything, he just placed his arms around Mark's neck and pulled him down into another kiss. "Don't apologize, I loved that more than you can imagine." Mark smiled down at the green haired man, his brown eyes sparkling with delight.

"And you thought I haven't seen you admiring me from across the classroom." Mark smirked as Jack's cheeks flushed scarlet.

"Yeah..." the green haired man avoided eye contact.

"But don't worry about it." Mark chuckled, lifting Jack's chin so they looked each other in the eye. "I also don't think you realized that I was staring back." A small smile appeared on Jack's face. "So, hey, would you maybe want to be my boyfriend for real this time?" Mark asked with a chuckle. They leaned in and kissed again, Mark then pulling Jack in for a hug as the blue eyed irishman nodded 'yes.'