It's another day at the septic household. Signe and Jack are laying on the couch cuddling.
Signe moves her head off Jack's shoulder.
"Hey Jack?"
"Yes?"
She took a shaky breath before saying this;
"Do you ever get the feeling- are you- do you- would you...."
"Would I what?"
She sighs.
"Are you...bi?"
Jack just looks at her in shock and confusion. If it's about the whole "septiplier" thing, it's dead to Mark and Jack, plus they haven't talked in a while. As in 4 months- a while.
"What brings up that topic anyways?" Jack asks.
"Wellll you and Mark haven't been talking a lot and the septiplier fans are goin' crazy asking me about your guys' friendship. Nothing much."
"Well that's surely somethin'. Why are they asking you though? Shouldn't they be asking me?"
"Well yeah I suppose, but you don't answer their questions barely anymore. Say, what's going on with that?"
"What do you mean? I still make videos and such. I can't respond to EVERY SINGLE question they throw at me."
Signe sighs and runs her fingers through her hair.
"Look Sean, I love you like crazy, but I don't wanna get in between your friendships. Call Mark today."
Jack hesitated before throwing a complete fit.
"NO NO NO IM NOT CALLIN THAT FOOKIN SON OF A B- yeah you know I got a problem.."
Signe puts a hand on his shoulder while rubbing it in comfort. She shot him a look that said "do it."
Jack sits at his laptop, ready to open up Skype and call Mark. He HAS been on tours and such, so Mark never really calls Jack. Jack misses the sound of his laughter, his messed up hair, his perfect jawline, his eyes you could melt into- I mean what's not to love about Mark? Friend wise of course. He scrolls down to the Skype icon, typing in 'Markimoo', ready to call, until it all hit him.
~Flashback time~
Bob, Wade, Mark and Jack were playing prop hunt.
"Does anyone realize how old this game is?" Mark asks. Everyone hummed in unison before wade got shot by jack.
"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT JACK! WHY ARE YOU AND MARK ON THE SAME TEAM! IT'S NOT FAIR!" Wade exclaimed in rage.
"Well fook Wade calm yer tits."
"Septiplier away." Bob said lowly into his microphone. Wade and Bob laughed while Jack nervously chuckled and Mark blushed.
"Aww are the two big babies married now? Did Jack ask again?"
"I'm gonna have to cut this out if you don't stop you two." Mark warned.
"Is the ship too uncomfortable for old Markimoo? Is he getting a man crush~?"
Mark groaned in frustration, and with that frustration came Mark leaving prop hunt. He started crying a little bit, but didn't realize he was still Skyping Jack.
Jack was laughing a little too until he head Mark crying. "Merk?"
"OH SHIT IM STILL SKYPING UM... hey Jack..."
"Merk.. why are you cryin'?"
"Oh uhhh no reason. I was sweating. Tears of sweat. Beads of sweat. It's not important anyways."
"Mark I know somethings bothering you. I'm always here bro. I got you."
"Okay..."
~1 hour later~
"Amy found out about the whole septiplier thing and watched some ship edits on Instagram, read smut on Wattpad, plus the fan art and apparently she couldn't take it. So she broke up with me and moved out. While I was on my You're Welcome tours."
Jack couldn't even speak. He knew the whole septiplier thing got a little too far but breaking up Amy and Mark? That's a bit TOO TOO far.
"And the sad thing is..."
"Yeah?"
"You might not accept me for this.."
Jack looked at the screen confused.
So 621 words. Not that bad for a start eh? Gonna be uploading more tho🙌
