Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Three ♡

Jack enters the club, wanting to cling to Tyler. But he couldn't.

Because Tyler was nowhere to be found. He makes his way through the crowd, lots of, "whoops" and "sorry" escaping his mouth, unlike him trying to escape people, and failing. He finally gets past a group of people that was blocking the bathroom. He can see that there was no one in it. He took the opportunity to go inside. He gets into the men's room and sits on the floor. He stays on the checkered floor for a few minutes before he hears someone outside the door.

He stumbles into a stall, hoping they didn't see him. He hears the man stumble to the sink. It was obvious he was drunk. He raises his legs up to his chest. He didn't want this. He just wanted to get his project done and hang out with his only friend.

He listens for the man. A groan follows after some shuffling. He hears a lighter, then heard the man blowing something out. He can smell it.

He was about to sneak out, but heard him start to talk.

"You're bigger than this. He's just a guy. It's not like he's going to effect you in any way other than making your heart beat three times as fast, which it does." Jack recognizes the voice, but can't connect the face, body, or anything to it. "He's just a man. Not at all important. Forget him."

Ouch. Jack thinks. Whoever he's talking about would be heart broken if they heard this. I mean, shit.

He hears the door open again, and watched as the feet leave the sink, and disappear out into the mess of people. He lets his legs hit the floor. His phone starts buzzing.

"Hello?"

"Hey!" He hears Tyler shouting over pounding music. "Where'd you go?!"

"I'm in the bathroom."

"Why?"

"Because its loud out there and-"

"WHAT?"

"I said because its-"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

"BECAUSE ITS LOUD AND FULL OF DRUNK PEOPLE!"

"OH. WHY DON'T YOU JUST COME AND LOOSEN UP A LITTLE OUT HERE?"

Frustrated at Tyler, he hangs up. He really didn't want to hear any of his shit. And he didn't want to drink, either. He sighs, and slouches on the toilet. After a minute or two of just sitting there, he finally gets up.

He walks out of the bathroom, and tried to get past people. He find the bar, and decided to sit down. Pounding music bursts through his head. He lets out another sigh, and orders a water.

A few minutes later, someone sits behind him. He doesn't make any eye contact with anyone.

"I'll get a water." The voice says. Jack ignores who he believes it is. All of a sudden, he hears the voice hold his breath. "Jack?" Jack looks to his left, looking at the person.

"Oh. Hi, Mark."

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying to have fun." Jack looks at the bartender as he set his water in front of him.

"Who brought you here?" Jack looks back at Mark. "Oh. He did, didn't he?"

"Yeah." He sighs and takes a drink from his water, turning away from Mark.

"Well, are you having fun?"

"I guess. What do you want?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you want?" Jack looks at Mark.

"You to come along for a ride?"

"A ride?"

"On my motorcycle. Wanna come? It will be way more fun than this." He stands up, holding out his hand. Jack looks from Marks hand to his face, back to his hand, then to his face one last time before saying, "I'll pass."

"What?"

"I said I'll pass. I don't want to go." Marks face was filled with questions. Mostly, 'why' over and over. "I don't want Tyler to-"

"Jack, when has he ever done anything for you?"

"Right now. We came so I'd have a better weekend."

"And where is he?" Jack opened his mouth, then closes it. "He isn't even with you. Please, trust me." Jack knew he had a point. And that he actually wants to go with Mark. He stares at Marks outstretched hand. He sighs, finished his water, then takes it. Mark leads him out of the club, trying his best not to bump into anyone. They finally reach the doors when Jack feels someone grab his shoulder. Jack looks behind him.

"Oh, hi Tyler." He lets go of Mark. Mark looks backwards, and sees the back of Jacks head.

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, well, Mark wanted to-"

"Jack! I thought we talked about this!"

"Talked about what?" Mark joins the duo.

"Mark, let's just go." Jack starts walking, but Tyler grabs his shirt.

"No, Jack. He isn't good news."

"At least he asked me if I wanted to go somewhere, and he hung around me more tonight than you did this week. So, I'm going." Jack attempts one last time to leave.

"No, you aren't." He pulls his back so far, he pulls him to the ground. Jack falls to the ground, his head hitting the bare floor. He feels pain ring through his skull, as his eyes start watering. Tyler was obviously too tipsy to be touching anybody.

"What the hell?!" Mark helps Jack up off the ground. He doesn't take his eyes off of Jack. "Tyler, get away from us." Tyler doesn't leave. He finally looks at him. "LEAVE."

"Not without Jack."

"He isn't a remote control robot! You can't control him! Leave him alone!" He picks Jack up bridal style and walks out to his motorcycle, sick of Tylers shit. He places Jack on the back of it, and puts a helmet on Jacks head. It was a plain black one. Marks had a silver skull on top.

"Thank you." Jack says as Mark was fastening his helmet.

"For what?"

"Standing up for me." Mark looks in Jacks eyes.

"I wasn't just helping you. He just doesn't deserve to be by you. You're an amazing person, he's a dick."

"Oh. Well, thanks, anyway." Mark smiles at him.

"No problem." He gets on the front part of the bike, and looks at Jack. "Lean when I lean, or we'll crash. But, not too much, either. We will crash. Also, hold on tight-"

"Or we'll crash?"

"Sure. Let's go with that." Mark starts the bike, and off the go to have a better night than anyone at the club.