Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Two ♡

Jack sighs and sits next to Mark. No words spoken to each other.

"Now, turn to page 167, and read about what happens when the computer breaks down unexpectedly, and how to fix it." Jack nods and turns to the page.

"Hey." He looks up, and to his right. Mark was focusing on his book. He looks down again. "Hi." He look to his right again not even lifting his head. Nothing. He grumbles a little, and then reads the section. "Hell-" he catches Mark looking at him and talking. Mark stares into Jacks eyes. Jack stares into Marks.

"Boys?" The professor calls out. They look at him. "Are we working?" They nod. "Please complete the task. Unless you want to do it later tonight." Jack looks at Mark.

"If you want, we could go to my dorm." He offers.

"Oh, uh, sure. I guess." They look at the professor.

"Is it fine if we leave the room to work on the project in my dorm, sir?"

"I suppose so. Just make sure to get all of the pages that are due on Monday in, and get the final project done by the due date. One more bad grade from any of you, and you're both counted as failed in my class and will not graduate." He looks at Mark. "That especially goes for you, Mr. Fishbach." Mark nods. "I'll see you two Monday. Have a good weekend." They say goodbye to the professor and leave with their stuff. Jack gets out the door last, closing it, and slumps against the wall outside the professors room.

"Whoa. What's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?" Jack says, barely looking at Mark.

"I thought you were the overly excited and happy little bean." Mark says.

"No. I am happy, and excited, but not overly. I'm just a good actor."

"Oh. Well, why don't we go to your dorm and start working?" Mark extends his arm out for Jacks hand, hoping he'll accept the help.

"Wow. I guess I was a little wrong about you."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing. Let's just go." Jack doesn't take his hand, but he does get up. They go to his dorm. Jack opens the door, waits for Mark to enter, then closes the door. He locks it. When he turns around, he sees Mark staring at him, and standing only a few inches away. "Hi." He says.

"Hello."

"Someone's close." He says. Mark steps back, red stretched all along his face. "Mark? What's wrong with you?"

"N-nothing." He says.

"Okay. Whatever. Let's just do the first third of it tonight. And we should hurry. I don't want Tyler to worry."

"Okay."

[Time skip]

Jack stretches, leaning the top half of his back that was already off the back of his chair. Mark watches his body move, stuck in a trance. He goes back to his previous state.

"Well, I guess that's enough for tonight." He closes his book with a loud snap.

"A-already?" Mark asks.

"Yeah. I don't want Tyler to worry about me."

"Is it alright if I ask you a few questions?"

"Why?"

"You know, just to get to know you a little."

Jack sighs. He really didn't want to talk to Mark. Mark was most likely just acting shy so he could get in Jacks pants. Just like what Tyler said a few years ago. "I suppose. But hurry. Get your stuff together while you ask." Jack stands up, closing various notebooks with flower covers and pastel colors. The ones he kept at home. He didn't want the nickname, "Pastel Boy" or "Flower Boy" to return. He didn't enjoy them anymore.

Because it was just the kids at high schools way of calling him "gay" without saying "faggot," or "gay twat," which he was called in middle school and half of high school.

"Well," they continued to get their things together. "Um, are you single?"

"Yes." Jack says, not losing his concentration.

"Oh. Okay. Have any kids?"

"Nope."

"Like anyone?"

"I don't know."

"Favorite celebrity?"

"Not sure."

"Preferred sex?"

"I don't know. Why does this matter?" He finally looks at Mark, letting all movement stop.

"I'm just trying to learn more about you!" He defends himself.

"Whatever." He finally continues cleaning up. "Anx, I'm pansexual." Mark notes that.

"Um, hm. Here's one. It involves someone you know." Jack starts to stop movement. Does it involve high school?! He worries. "Why are you Tylers friend?" Jack stops any and all movement.

"What?"

"Why are you his friend?"

"Because he's nice? What kind of question is this?" He turns to Mark.

"A question. Are you going to answer it?"

"Fine. He was my only friend when we were younger."

"Oh. So, I dont have to talk about what a dick he is?"

"Mark, can you please just go."

"But I was just-"

"Please. I'll see you tomorrow." Jack turns away, clutching a journal labeled, "Pastel Flower Boy." Mark watches him for a moment. Jack hears the door click. He looks back and sees Mark was gone. He lets out a sigh. He opens the flower covered notebook. It has red, mostly pink, and some light blue flowers. He finishes a drawing. It has a huge heart in the middle. There were other little hearts, bubbles, and smiley faces everywhere. Happy things. He started making this drawing when he realized he like Mark, back in high school.

Marks name was stretched in heart.

He still had feelings for this boy. He always have. Most likely always will.

A knock on his door makes him jump. He closes the notebook, puts it in a box, then places that box back under his bed. He goes to the door and opens it.

It was Tyler, as expected.

"Hey buddy. You doin okay?"

"Yes. Why wouldn't I?"

"I saw Mark walk out of your dorm and got worried."

"No, I'm fine."

"Are you sure about that?" Tyler asks.

"Yes." Jack grabs a jacket. He puts it on.

"What was Mark doing here?" Jack sighs again. "We had to work on the project together. But don't worry. We're finishing it on Sunday. You won't have to worry about him for long." Tyler nods, obviously understanding.

"Well, we better go now." Tyler agrees, and starts his way down the stairs. Jack looks at the box that was visibly under his bed. He sighs, closes then locks the door, ready to enjoy his night.