Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Seven ♡

Jack sobs more as Charlie runs into the room with paramedics and cops. Charlie gets Jack up off of the floor and he turns into Charlie's hug, sobbing more and more.

The police and paramedics carry Mark out of the room. One of the police officers stays behind.

"Sir?" Jack looks at the officer. He had a round pin that said, "Joseph" with cute little markings around it. The writing looked like a six year olds. He obviously had a kid that made him it. It also had, "#1 Daddy" written somewhat small under his name. "Is it alright if I ask you a few question now? Or would you like if I came back later?"

"Um, uh," Jack wipes his eyes and sniffles. "Now is fine."

The three of them sat down.

"Tell me exactly what happened. Don't leave out any details." Jack nods.

[Time skip]

"And then you all came into the room." Joseph finished writing things down and looks at Jack.

"And that's everything?"

"Yes. From when Mark called him to now." Joseph sighs and stands up.

"If that's all, we'd like to know where his dorm is?"

"Marks or Tyler's?" Charlie says.

"Tyler." Charlie nods.

"Jack, I will be right back. You stay here. Don't do anything stupid, either. Just wait. Okay? Can you promise me that?" Jack nods. Charlie stands up. He kisses Jacks forehead, as if he was his brother. They act like brothers. They have each other in their contact as, "Brother". Charlie leads Joseph to Tyler's dorm. Jack sits down, waiting patiently.

Charlie returns, yelling following down the hallway a little, then disappearing. He closes the door and sighs. He joins Jack back on the couch. "Jack, I am so sorry you had to witness that. Is there anything that I can do to help? Get you anything?"

"No. I mean, well, I don't think so. Can we please just, talk?" Charlie nods. Jack goes into his room and grabs Mark leather jacket, then they sit on the couch.

"So. What exactly is going on between you two?"

"Wh-what?" Jack sniffles.

"You and Mark? What are you two?" Jack hadn't really thought about that. He just called him, "baby" and said he loved him without noticing. "Are you two dating?" Jack stands up, hugging Marks jacket.

"I-I don't know." He mumbles.

"What?"

"I said I don't know."

"How do you not know?" Charlie stands up as well.

"I JUST DON'T OKAY?!" He turns to Charlie, yelling this. Charlie back down a little, terrified. "Charlie, I'm so sorry. I just-I didn't want that to happen." He looks at his hands. "I'm going to go take a shower. I don't want to leave with blood covering me." Charlie nods, and Jack goes into the bathroom. He takes a hot shower, watching the blood move down the drain.

He returns from the bathroom almost fifteen minutes later. Charlie, who was previously sitting, stood up. He looked at Jack, relief in his eyes. "What?" Jack asked.

"I was worried that you... well..." He purposfuly trails off, not wanting to say it. Jack understood exactly what he was saying.

"Well, I didn't. I'm going to get dressed. Can you take me to the hospital?" Charlie nods. Jack nods back, and goes into his room, and gets dressed into a pastel pink shirt, just because Mark loves when Jack is himself. He puts on black ripped jeans, and Marks jacket. He zips up the jacket, not revealing the shirt. He walks out into the living room. Charlie stands back up. "You ready?"

"Yeah. I am." They finally head out to the hospital. Silence was between them the while time.

They get to the hospital, and Jack waits in the waiting room as Charlie goes to the front desk. Jack lightly taps his foot, waiting as patiently as he can for them to be allowed to go. Charlie returns to Jack moments later.

"It'll be a few minutes before we can go in. Are you sure you're ready to see him? He might not even be awake yet." Jack thinks long and hard. A nurse walks up to them after a few minutes.

"Are you two here to see Mark Fishbach?" They nod. "Well, I'm sorry to say this, but Mark died almost instantly after he came." Tears full Jacks eyes.

"Jack?" Jack starts sobbing uncontrollably. "Jack? Are you okay?" He continues. "Jack? Jack?! Jack! JACK!" He finally snaps back into reality.

The nurse wasn't there.

"Is he dead?!" Jack yells. Eyes look at Jack, but he was focused on Charlie's confused look.

"What?" He sees that Jack is serious. "Jack, are you talking about Mark?"

"Yes. A nurse came up to us and said that he was dead."

"Jack, are you high right now?"

"What? No. Why would I be high?"

"No nurse walked up to us." Jacks eyes widen. "What?" He says. "I said no nurse walked up to us." Jack feels stupid. He feels like a complete fool.

A nurse then walks up to the boys.
Jacks heart races.
She opens her mouth to speak.
She holds her hand ready on the clipboard to write.

"Are you two here to see Mark Fishbach?" His heart beats faster and faster. He nods. "Names?" His heart slows down a little.

"Charlie Jones and Seán McLouchlin." She nods and writes on the board. She smiles at them. "And what is the relationship each of you have with Mark?" Jacks heart speeds up once again.

"Oh, I'm a close friend and Jack is... well... Jack? What are you?"

"Um, well, I guess, just put me down as..." He mumbles the next word.

"What was that sir?" The women says.

He mumbles once again.

"You're going to need to speak up." Jacks face goes red.

He mumbles again.

"Sir, what is he saying?" The nurse asks as nicely as possible. Charlie shrugs. "Beats me."

"Please, repeat that one more time, but louder."

"Boyfriend." All eyes move to behind the nurse. Jaws drop and eyes widen at the sight they see.