Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Twenty Three ♡

Jack jumped up, squealing with excitement.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Mark gets up and calms Jack down.

"How can I be calm?!"

"Why are you so excited in the first place?" Mark asks. Jack giggles a little.

"1, it's my first job. 2, you'll be nearby. 3, I'm getting payed to look good. And 4, do you know how much we're getting payed?!" Mark laughs. "Okay, okay. I see your point." Jack giggles and sits back on the couch. "I thought YouTube was your first job."

"Oh. I guess my second, then." Jack laughed and layed on Mark. "I love you." Jack says. Mark smiles and says, "And I, you." Jack smiled and touches Marks face.

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Jack gets off the motorcycle and stared at the building. It was black and had big letters that spelled out, "Whisper" in big black letters with a red rim around the w, an orange rim for the h, yellow for the i, green for the s, blue for p, purple for e, and pink for r. He walks inside the two tinted black doors, that when outside, you couldn't see inside. There was a man standing in front of another pair of doors. He noticed the boys, and smiled. "Hello there!" His voice was just like, well, what most people think a gay mans voice is. Higher pitched, more "feminine". "How are you two lovelies today?!"

"Fantastic!" Jack answered. Mark watched as the two emmedietally start to hit it off.

"May I see ID's indicating you are 18 years of age or older?" The two showed their ID's. "Yay! Go on in!" The man stopped Jack. Mark waited, watching what would happen. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Oh, we're here for a job."

The man laughed. "Oh, honey. They'll eat you alive." His hand was on Jacks chest. Mark could see Jacks cheeks were tinted pink.

"Okay! Thanks!" Mark grabbed Jacks wrist, and began to lead him through the doors.

"Wait!" He stopped moving and they turned to the man. He handed Jack a card. "Here. My information. Anyway, enjoy your lives! Byeeeeeeee." The two left.

Benjamin "Candy" Greene
100% gay, no joke
Will take your man if you aren't careful enough ;P
[***] ***-****
Call or text, either works

Jack looked back at Candy, and they smiled to each other. Candy's was more of a smirk rather a smile. Jack blushed. Mark noticed and felt anger boiling inside him. They finally reached the managers office. Mark knocked and then waited. The door swung open, and a man with a goatee, speedo, jacket that went to a pastel blue suit, and a top hat that had a rainbow and glittery feather that said, "GAY AF" in big, sparkly pink letters showed up. He smiled.

"Hello... uh... Come inside my office." Mark was a little confused as to why he wouldn't say, "boys" or "guys." The two get into the room, and Mark was really confused and already didn't like it that much. There were a lot of pictures of male dancers on the wall, and they all had either no shirt or no anything except for some small clothes or, really, anything perverted. He sits down on a furry leopard printed chair. "First off, what are your pronouns?"

"Our pronouns?" Mark asks.

"Yes. You know, she/her, he/him, they/them-"

"I know what pronouns are. Just, why are you asking about pronouns? Isn't this supposed to be an interview?"

"Oh, right. I had already made up my mind. I'm hiring you two."

"Wait, really?!" Jack brought his hands up to his chest and held them there, getting ready to cheer. Mark was confused. The man noticed.

"I should probably explain. You two are perfect. We have sweet," he points to Jack. "And sour." He points to Mark.

"Sour?"

"Come up with a name for yourself. Then tell me what your pronouns are." Jack nods and thinks.

"Candy is already taken, cookies sometimes aren't sweet enough, cupcake wouldn't work... I don't think cotton candy would work either... cinnamon is a spice, cake sounds weird to call out when referring to an exotic dancer, donuts does too..."

"How about Lollipop? Or Pepermint?" Mark suggests, rolling his eyes.

"PEPERMINT!" Jack yells, standing up. "CAUSE GREEN HAIR! AND THEN I COULD DO MINT FOR SHORT!"

"Jack, baby, calm do-"

"YES!" Mark jumps as the man yells and jumps up too, causing his chair to fall back. "PERFECT!" He goes over to Jack and puts an arm around his shoulders. Mark rolls his eyes again as Jack and the man continue. "Now, tell me, what are your pronouns?" Mark put his head in his hands, covering his eyes and rubbing them lightly, massaging the brown orbs.

"Oh! He/him. So is Mark." Mark looks up. Hey! He noticed me! Jack giggled, and Mark felt all his sarcastic thoughts and the little bit of anger he had melt away, because Jack could do that to Mark.

"Nice! Are you both being dancers?"

"Oh, no, no, no, no... no." Mark says, gaining the attention from the two that we're talking. "I want to be a personal body guard. Hopefully for Jack." The man lets out an, "ah" and looks at Jack.

"And you, my little peppermint?" Mark felt rage flow through his body, as he suddenly had the temptation to grab Jack and pull him onto his lap, and wrap his arms tightly around him. Mark watches Jack closely. Jack was holding his right forearm, blushing and giggling very softly.

"I'm going to be a dancer." Mark pulled Jack to his lap, but only when the man made a move, touching Jacks arm. The man noticed. Mark looked at him, his face saying, "he's mine. Don't fucking touch him unless you want to have a world of pain and regret."

A knock on the door saves him, and he goes to it. "Lavender! I am so glad you answered! You need to come! Jasmine got hurt!" Who Mark assumes is Lavender, gasps.

"Don't worry, I'll be there soon. Boys," he looks at Jack and Mark. "I'll be right back, you two wait here." They nod, and Lavender closes the door, disappearing. The two look inside of each other's eyes for a second.

"Mark, can we talk?" Jack says, breaking the silence.