Another Rainy Day [SEPTIPLIER] (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2

"Oh hey Mark-" "SHUT UP WADE!!!" Mark cut Wade off with his usual way of saying hi. "You know that got old after a month, right?" Wade muttered, annoyed. "Nnnnnope. Still funny," Bob replied. Sitting down, Mark noticed that a certain someone wasn't there. "Hey guys, have you seen Yami?" He asked. Bob shook his head. "Wait- I think I saw him talking to someone near the restroom," Wade supplied. "Thanks Wade, I'll just go get him. He hates being late to lunch!" Mark said, standing up and walking off.

Walking down the hall to the restroom, Mark pondered why Yami had been so distant from him recently. He always flinched whenever Mark tried to talk to him. Is something wrong with him? He wondered.

Approaching the door, Mark heard, strange noises coming from inside. Being the curious guy he is, he opened the door. Yami was there all right. Making out with Felix. "Y-Yami?!" Mark managed to stutter out. Yami pulled away and saw Mark. His face turned bright red. "Mark, I can explain!" He yelped. Mark just stood there,  fresh tears starting to roll down his face. "Yami... How could you?" He asked softly. Turning around, he ran out of the bathroom. "Mark wait!" He heard someone calling him, but he payed no avail. Making his way to the stairwell, he ran up to the roof. The one place he could be alone.

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Jack had been walking up to the cafeteria, to try and give Mark his keys back. He was turning the corner when someone ran by him, nearly knocking him over. "Mark?" Jack asked. Mark didn't stop running. "Mark wait!" But he had already turned the corner. Huffing in annoyance, Jack followed him. He saw him go up the stairs, so he raced up after him. But Mark hadn't stopped on one of the main floors. He had stopped on the roof.

Opening the door to the roof, he saw Mark, hunched over, with his face in his hands. He heard a sniffling sound. Mark was- crying? Slowly, Jack approached him. "Mark?" He said. Mark flinched and turned around. His eyes were red, and tears were still running down his face. "Jack? What are you doing up here?" Mark asked. "I could ask the same thing about you," Jack replied. "Why are you crying?" He asked. Mark looked down. "It's nothing," he murmured. "Mark, you're crying. It has to be something," Jack insisted. "Y-Yami- He-" Mark suddenly broke down sobbing. Jack knelt down beside him. "Mark, what did he do?" He knew Aaron, but not well enough to call him by his nickname. "He- Felix- They- We were supposed to-" Jack caught bits of Mark's choked up sentences, and put pieces together. "Mark, were you and Aaron- together?" Mark nodded slowly. "I swear to god I'll murder his arse..." Jack muttered. Taking a deep breath, he leaned over and hugged Mark. Mark froze for a second, but then hugged back. "It's gonna be ok Mark," Jack said. Mark just sat there, hugging onto him. Jack smiled. He was being so adorable. Wait- what? Did I just think that? Never mind.

Standing up, he offered his hand to Mark. Mark took his hand, and Jack pulled him up. Jack slipped his other hand back in his pocket. Feeling something in there, he remembered why he had been looking for Mark in the first place. "Oh, Mark, you kinda left your keys in the locker room," Jack said, handing them to Mark. "Oh my god! I left Tiny Box Tim behind! How could I?" Mark said, taking the keychain. Jack snickered. "Tiny Box Tim?" "Yes. He's my little biscuit!" Mark said, smiling. "Whatever, let's just get to lunch, you doofus."