Septiplier One-Shots

New Year's Special (2017-2018)

I know I've been gone for a while, but I'm dusting this account off this year. I hope you guys are as excited as I am. :)

Ah, New Year's Eve. I'd like to be at home with my boyfriend, sipping champagne and cuddling on the couch while we watch Netflix and anticipate our 3rd year together... however, he usually settles for whatever I want to do, so I thought I'd let him have this one. Big. Mistake.

"Come on, Jacky!" Mark slurred, punctuating his sentence with a hiccup. "I thought you were supposed to be Irish! Quit being such a pussy!"

I only scoffed at him.

"You know I don't drink that stuff," I said, gesturing to the empty Jack Daniel's bottle on the kitchen counter. "You're lucky I even came with you. I hate parties!"

Wade - who'd had twice as much as Mark and was only half as good at holding his liquor - piped up.

"Technically he IS the pussy in your relationship!"

The entire party seemed to hear and began to laugh and point. I huffed, my blush now apparent.

"Shut up! C'mon Mark, we're leaving!"

"Hell no we're not!"

"Hell yes we are! Or else I'm leaving by myself!"

Mark waved at me.

"Buh-bye!"

I ran home sobbing. I slammed the door shut and slid down it just in time to receive a message from Mark.

"I'm dumping you. Don't expect me home tonight, either. Until next year!"

I cried harder. I eventually passed out on the couch a couple meters away, still sniffling. I woke up to some extremely loud knocking. I opened the door only to slam it shut, right in Mark's smiling face.

"Jack? What's wrong?"

I opened the door again and screamed at him.

"You dumped me you ass!"

Mark's eyes widened. "What..?"

Jack rolled his teary eyes.

"The message!"

Mark sighed in relief, then a look of confusion graced his features.

"Did you not get the joke?"

"You think breaking up with me is a joke?! I can't believe I ever even liked you!"

"No no. Get your phone out and read it again. Here."

He gently wiped my tears away, melting my broken heart. I begrudgingly grabbed my phone, pulling up the message and reading it aloud.

"'I'm dumping you until next year. Don't think I'll make it home tonight, sorry'... That's not much better..." I finished, beginning to cry again.

"Baby..."

Mark hugged me.

"D-don't call me that! And don't comfort me!" I pushed him away.

"Hey Jack?" he smiled. I responded coldly, "What?" He only smiled wider.

"It's next year."