Who Knew I Needed You (Septiplier Fanfiction)

Dinner with Moondust

**A/N**

Hello... I'm very tired today. And my stomach aches. Sorry if this chapter sucks, I'm a bit out of it. Ahaha...

Anyways, septiplier awaaaaaay...!

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Jacks P.O.V

It was surprising to me that neither me or Mark got kicked out of class today. The first period teacher really gets a kick out of fucking with us. (Her name is Ms. Williams from now on because... fuck it) 'Faggot' was basically Andrew's favorite word.

The day washed past, each second ticking by like a minute, and each minute like an hour. But when the 7th period bell rang and dismissed us all to wherever the hell we went after school, I grabbed my books and bag, then tried to find Mark. I saw him by his locker, his back turned to me, and he looked like he was looking down. I walked over and peeked over his shoulder. He held a slip of paper with some crappy handwriting, written in black pen. I could barely make out what it said but I did grimace at the text lingo 'KYS'. Mark crumbled up the paper and threw it on the floor, grabbing his bag.

"Mark," I said, and he whirled around in surprise.
"Oh sorry I didn't mean to scare ya..." I laughed. He just raised his eyebrows.
"Jesus Jack." He muttered. I laughed slightly. He seemed kinda... mad? I couldn't really tell.

"... what was on the paper?" I finally asked, looking over at him while we walked to my car.

"Disgusting bullshit." He replied, not looking at me as he opened the passenger seat door. I frowned, grabbing my keys from my pocket.

"You don't have to tell me, but... I can't help with this unless you talk to me." I said quietly, putting the key in the ignition and turning it until he engine purred.

"Fine." Mark sighed. "It said 'Just fuck him already, you freak, KYS'" I could feel myself cringe.

"Bastards," I said, pulling out of the parking lot. "Do you know who it was?"

"Not exactly, but if I had to take a wild guess I'd say Andrew and his gang of hormonal 2 year olds." Mark replied. But then we started laughing. He was trying to be serious but 'hormonal 2 year old' got us.

"Where do ya wanna go?" I asked, driving down the road towards my house.

"Your house, I guess." He smirked.

"Well yeah, but after we get there. We can take a walk somewhere."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mark's face flush. I grinned to myself.

"Uhh, we could eat?" He said quickly.

"Sounds good." I replied. I would buy him something to eat. I think he deserved it. Plus it would be cute to watch him eat... and *slightly* creepy.

** TIME SKIP YAAAAAAAY**

We sat in my room, and the sky was just staring to turn one shade of pink. The light would be up a few more hours, so I figured now would be a good time to go eat.

"Mark, are you ready?"

"Um, yeah." He called from the end of the hall. He walked in the room with his hair combed over and smoothed out. He had on a red flannel and a cute pair of blue jeans, with red converse.

When I focused, his face was flushed red.

"Uh... are you ok?" He laughed awkwardly. I must have been staring. I shook my head slightly, looking away.

"Ahaha... sorry... you look... really nice..." I stuttered. He scratched the back of his neck.

"All I really did was fix my hair, no big deal... you look nice too."