Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Eighteen ♡

Mark gets up, helping Jack as well. Mark goes to the window and trys to get her attention. Jack looks at him, confused, then looks at the car that had the blue haired girl inside of it. She finally looks up at window. Mark mouths and moves his hands so she'll understand.

"Call... the... police." He mouths and whispers a little. Jack abandons the window and jiggles the doorknob. She looks at Mark, confused, then understands. She grabs her phone from her bag, and calls the police.

Mark and Jack look away from the window. They go over to the bed and lay down.

"I love you. I haven't said it enough to you. And, we're most likely going to die, so just know, I love you." Mark looks at Jack.

"We aren't going to die. I promise. Daysha will help us."

"Speaking of, who is Daysha?"

"I met her while I was coming here to get you." Jack nods. "And trust me, that's all. I promise." Jack nods again. "I believe you. I always will." Mark nods, and they fall silent.

"Mark... I'm sorry." Jack says after a few more minutes of silence. "For what?" Mark asks. "I'm sorry for not believing you in the past. And, it was all Tylers fault."

"No, it wasn't his fault. It wasn't anyone's. You just weren't sure."

"I was sure about one thing." Mark hums in response. "I was sure that I liked you."

"You liked me?"

"I've told you this before. I've liked you since we met. That's why I was so nice."

"Hm." Is all Mark could muster. Jack sighs.

"I tried telling you once." Mark looks at Jack. "I was too embarrassed to..."

I felt like someone was watching me. I was walking to class, trying to ignore the feeling. Tyler had left just before. He went home early. He wasn't sick, he just hated school. So he'd find any way he can to get out of school.

I finally got to the classroom door before I felt someone touch my arm. It was big, and strong. I let out a sigh of relief and turn around.

"Hi Mark!" I say. Mark smiles, making my heart jump a beat. He was so pretty!

"Hey, Jack." He said in a dull sounding voice. "Do you want to skip class with me?"

"But, I don't like upsetting teachers." Mark was chewing on a toothpick.

"Fine. I knew you were a bummer." I'm taken aback by his words. Mark starts walking away, but I grab his hand before he could go. Mark notices, and pulls his hand away fast. "Mark, I'm not a bummer!" Mark laughs a little and continues to walk. I follow. "You coming then?"

"Yes." Mark nods. "Well, just so you know, this isn't a place you've been to before. And, it isn't really kid friendly." Confused, I stop walking, but then continue since he was walking fast.

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We get to the building. It looked old. I could hear muffled music inside. Mark talks to the guy that was in front if the building doors while I look at flowers. I take a picture, then notice Mark was by me. Mark takes me back to the door and opens it for me. "There you are, princess." I go through the door, ignoring his comment. I look around the place. There were so many people. I look around, amazed, until someone touches my ass. I look behind me, and see that no one was behind me. I look over at Mark, who had averted his attention to the people in front of him, just as I looked at him. He looks at me, and I smile weakly at him. He returns a smile, but more confident then mine.

By noon, I was drunk. Mark had taken me into the bathroom so I could thrown up.

"You really shouldn't drink anymore. Unless it's water." I nod, releasing fluids into the toilet. He pats my back.

"Mark, I have something to tell you." I rest my arm on the toilet bowl, my head keeping my dizzy head up. Mark looks into my eyes, sitting next to me now. I feel my face burn as he looks into my ocean blue eyes. His perfect chocolate brown orbs he had. "I uh... oh... how do I say this..."

"Jack, you can tell me anything. We're..." He pauses, as if he was thinking. "Great friends." My heart drops into my stomach as I suddenly get another lump in my throat.

Scared it was more fluids, I hang my head back over the toilet. Mark pats my back as I sit back down, aware that it was not throw up, but just me being a pussy and getting REALLY tongue tied. I sigh. He takes my hands, making me look at him. I feel my face get hot. "You can tell me anything. I'll be here for you. I'll be here forever. We'll always be together." I blink a few times.

"Forever." He reassures. I nod.

"Mark, this is hard for me to say, but I-" I suddenly get really tongue tied and can't say it. No matter how many times I tell myself or anyone else, I can't get the courage to tell him. I look away from him, just feeling the warmth of his hands in mine. "I have female body parts."

"What?" He sounded confused. "I've seen you use the bathroom before..." I shake my head.

"No, what I mean is intersex. I was born with both male and female parts. So, I could actually get pregnant, while having a dick." Mark touches my chin, lightly pulling it towards his face so he could see me. I look into his eyes. They were filled with sadness, and a little fear. "Jack, why were you so scared to tell me this?"

It isn't the truth.

I look down at the ground as I start telling feeding him lies. "I was worried you'd hate me... or make fun of me... or tell everyone, or maybe even stop being my friend, or you might hurt me-" tears fill my eyes as I continue lying, and thinking about how badly this could've gone. He takes my chin again, and I look into his eyes.

They also had some tears. But only brimming them. "Jack, I wouldn't do that. I may look like a punk, and like I'm mean and just a cruel and nasty person, but I'm not. I would never hurt you. Or hate you, for that matter. In fact, I actually l-" he stops talking.

"You... what?" I feel my heart pounding.

"I learned something knew about my closest friend, which I will protect and cherish till the day we both die." I nod, and he smiles sweetly. His phone buzzes, and I realize that all conversation was over on this topic.

And that I missed his touch.

And that I was stupid.