Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Twenty ♡

Jack lets out a sigh, and looks out the window. Up on the top row, there was a window that had the perfect view of the city. He loved this spot. He feels a hand take his, and squeezes it in return. The hand squeezes his once, then four times, then three. Jack turns to the person.

"It's, "I love you" in hand squeeze language." [This girl, Piper, she does this to me, and it makes me feel special. We cuddle in class everyday, my friend Kaedence joining after a while <3] Jack nods, and returns the eight squeezes. They both giggle. The professor clears his throat. They turn their attention towards him. "Boys? Are we paying attention?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry sir." Jack says. He stares at the hands. "If you would stop holding your sick and twisted hands in my class, I would appreciate that."

"How are they sick and twisted?" Mark asks.

He sighs. "Because, homosexuals are barbarians and have a rightful place in Hell. Also, might I add that homosexuals are mentally ill." Mark huffs. Jack turns to him, and calms him down lightly. Mark nods, and sits back. "Now, can I please proceed with the lecture, or are you two mental, childish, foolish, idiotic-" Mark was already standing by now. He was making his way towards Mr. McHenry, [I don't know if I already have him a name. Tell me if I did, and if this is wrong.] Who was turned away. Jack was attempting to stop him, pulling on his arm and even trying to plant small kisses on his hand, which obviously wasn't working. Jack was being pulled down with Mark, Mark purposefully pulling him with. Mark got to the middle of the pathway when Jack fell over. Mark turned around, picked up Jack bridal style, and carried him down. He planted him firmly on the ground, then pulled Jack into a long kiss.

Right in front of Mr. McHenry.

Right in front of the class.

And right in front of Tyler, the one that was returning to class right in the middle of their kiss, after being bailed out.

"I'm gonna throw up!" Mr. McHenry runs to the garbage can and throws up.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Jack pulls away from Mark, a string of spit still on both their lips. They wipe away the spit, and Tyler goes down the ramp. Jack turns to Tyler, his eyes sparkling, then it fades as he realizes Tyler was inches away from him. "SEAN WILLIAM MCLOUCHLIN. WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SEE?" Rage was traveling through him. Mark and Jack could see it. The class could see it. Tyler could feel it. And he could like, feel it. It was making his body heat up, some veins show up, and he looked like he was ready to tear away someone's face.

"You saw love, Tyler." Tyler's face grows even more red with anger. Tyler looked like he was going to burst.

Then he started crying.

He runs out of the room. Jack looks at Mark. Mark nods. "Tyler, wait!" He only wanted to help. Be his friend, no, but help, yes. "Tyler please!" He yells after him. He continued running after him.

Just then, he hears a bell. He looks at his pjone, and sees it was time for lecture to end. He continues to try to follow him as students start filing out of the classrooms. He loses the boy, but won't stop. He gets outside and walks around campus. He hears sniffling between the boys and girls dorms.

"Tyler... explain what that was." Tyler hides his face. Jack sighs, but stays standing. "Jack... I..." Jack looks around. He helps Tyler up, and brings him to his dorm.

They get inside and sit down. Tyler had finished crying.

"Now you can tell me. You're safe here." Tyler nods, then grabs Jacks shirt, pulling him into his own lips. He kisses him, and Jack struggles to escape. He finally does, and looks at Tyler after backing away. He wiped his mouth many times. "What the he-"

Lust was filling Tyler's eyes. Jack feels the need to throw up, and runs to the bathroom. He throws up, and then cleans his mouth several million times. He returns to the living room and sees Tyler was shirtless. "Put your shirt on, Tyler." Tyler looks at him.

"But, why?"

"You're obviously drunk." He says. Tyler laughs a little.

"Jack... I'm sober."

"Then what was... that?" Jack crosses his arms, holding them close to his chest, and shrinking down a little. He looks at his feet. "Jack... I'm going to be honest with you." Jack hums in response. "I'm in love with you."

Jack freezes.

"Get... out."

"What?" Tyler feels his heart drop into his stomach. "Get OUT!" Jack yells. Tyler leaves the dorm, not crying, not wailing, not angry.

But satisfied.

Jack looks around, then sits down on the couch. He snuggles close to the corner.

His phone buzzes.

Markimoo~♡:
You aren't coming back to class, are you?

Why would I? That stupid homophobic teacher. I'm done with everyone in that stupid class!
Except for you, of course.

Markimoo~♡:
Okay.

Jack sighs and lays down on the couch.

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A knock on the door makes Jack jump. He looks at the door.

"WHOM IS TRYING TO GET INTO THE FORTRESS OF SIR SEANATHON?"

"Sir Seanathon? That's the best you got?"

"WHAT DOES THE MORTAL WANT WITH ONE?"

"Jack, let me in."

"USE THE CORRECT NAME GIVEN, MORTAL." Jack yells. A sigh was released from the other side of the door.

"Am I granted to enter the fortress of Sir Seanathon?" Jack thinks about it playfully.

"You may proceed." The door opens. "You didn't even yell it. Damn." Jack shrugs. "ONE WANTS SNUGGLES!" Jack holds his arms out while yelling, signalling for Mark to come to Jack. Mark laughs and joins him on the couch. Jack gets up, allowing his teddy bear to lay down, and Jack lays on him. His head on his chest, legs intertwined, his own feet slightly below Marks, and their hands glued together.

"Now that we're comfortable, tell me what happened."