In Love with a Criminal (Septiplier Story)

Six

When they arrived at Mark's house, Sean immediately got out of the car, grabbing his stuff from the trunk.

"Somebody's an eager beaver." Mark teased.

Sean smiled back at him. "What can I say? I'm always an eager boy."
Opening the door, he forgot how huge it was inside. It amazes him every time he comes here: the wood floors, the big grey couch facing the decent size TV, and a spacious kitchen with white marble tops, a patio door leading to the backyard.

"Damn I'm always amazed by this place."

"You're not the only one who is." Mark said, closing the front door. "I like it myself." He added as Sean faced him. "The extra bedroom is upstairs next to mine on the left side. It's the first door."

Nodding, he walked upstairs, skipping some steps to get there faster when he noticed Mark's door was open. Looking inside, his bed was neatly made, with dark silky blue sheets covered by a white blanket, his pillow cases also dark blue. A big brown door was tucked in the left corner, Sean assuming it was his closet, his black dresser sitting up against the wall near it.

Thoughts went through his mind again: he wondered what it felt like, how comfy it was, which it looks amazingly so, but he also wondered what it was like...to have Mark next to him on that bed. To feel his arm around him as he laid on his side, his breath hitting the back of his neck.

Snapping out of it, he silently giggled to himself as he went into the guest room. It had the same size bed but different sheet colors. They were red, the blanket a dark grey color. The closet looked smaller than Mark's, the door the same color.

Setting his stuff onto the bed, he grabbed his phone, heading back downstairs to where Mark was, noticing he had something in his hand before he saw Sean.

"Oh hey." Mark said, putting it in his back pocket.

Sean raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

Mark chuckled. "Oh nothing..that was just my phone. Texting one of my friends."

Sean gave a small nod. "Oh okay..sorry."

"Don't worry about it." He patted his shoulder. "Now how about a movie? I got lots of those."

Sean nodded again. "Yeah sure!"

Mark walked over to where the TV was, opening up his decent size cabinets underneath, revealing a ton of movies, each inch of the shelves having a movie sitting upright.

Sean pointed at one of them. "Star Wars."

Mark laughed as he picked it up. "Not surprised."

Standing back up, he turned on the TV, getting the DVD player ready before putting in the disc. Once it was ready, he hit play and sat next to Sean on the couch.

"Oh yeah.." Mark began, grabbing the bag that sat on the little coffee table in front of them. "Bought some snacks."

"Good call." Sean said, grabbing the Doritos Nacho Cheese while Mark grabbed the Chex Mix.

Relaxing into the couch, they watched the Star Wars movie. Every now and again Sean would glance at him for a couple seconds, realizing how close he was to him, their arms almost touching. He still ached to tell him how he feels, but that one voice kept saying to keep it quiet for now.

The thought of the dream he had came back, well the good part anyway. Where Mark was the one who told him how he felt about Sean. That he said he loves him. He remembers the way he gazed at him, like he was the only person around on the beach that mattered most. Then..there was the kiss..that sent off sparks between them, like they were meant to be...

Blinking, he turned his attention back to the movie, realizing it was almost halfway over when Mark stood up.

"I'll be right back." He said, and headed upstairs, Sean watching him leave the room.

***

Mark went to his room, opening his dresser drawer, taking out the gun he had. Loading it up, he tucked it in the back of his pants before throwing on his black sweatshirt, zipping it up. He grabbed his knife just in case before heading back downstairs to see Sean fell asleep, the movie still going. Smirking, he left him alone as he put up his hood, quietly walking out the front door.

***

At some point Sean woke up, noticing he fell asleep on the couch. Rubbing his eyes, he noticed the movie was over, the screen on the main menu of it. He also realized, as he looked to his left, that Mark was gone too. Raising an eyebrow, he stood up, checking his phone to see if he texted him.

Nothing. Shrugging it off, he went upstairs to his room, Mark's door closed. Assuming he must've gone to bed at some point, he quietly shut his door before kicking off his shoes. Grabbing what he needed out of his suitcase, he got ready for bed.

He was surprisingly tired, considering he's stayed up all night, recording videos every day. But this time, sleep got the best of him as he drifted off the second he laid his head on the pillow.