Why be the judge? (Septiplier)

Chapter 27

MARKS POV

The rest of the way home was problem free. We talked- and dare I say it- flirted.

I walk inside with Jack right on my tail. We head into my room and dump my stuff on the floor and flop onto my bed. I turn my head towards my desk where I see Jack spinning on my desk chair, legs crossed once he got enough momentum.

"You right there?" I say, raising the one showing eyebrow.

"Perfectly fine," he responds. Before spinning himself again, this time he calls out, "WWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

I'm laughing at him spinning and making weird noises, I hear a cough. I look over to my door and see my Mum standing there, a confused expression on her face.

"Do I even want to know?" she chuckles.

"Simple minds are easily entertained." I retort.

"True. Its 7o'clock. Shouldn't Jack be going home?"

"Actually... let's step out for a minute."

I walk out of my room and walk down the hallway to the kitchen, my Mum close behind.

"So, what do you want to tell me?" she asks.

I tell her the whole story. By the end of telling her, her hand covers her mouth in shock.

"So he needs to stay here for the weekend. Can he?" I finish and smile, already knowing the answer.

"Of course he can. He can come over whenever he needs a break. I'll call your Dad while I'm making dinner. But I'm sure he'll be fine with it." She smiles.

"Thank you."

"Go have a shower and I'll have dinner ready. And Jack can sleep in the spare room if he wants."

"Okay."

I walk into my room and Jack, now playing with my fidget cube, turns to face me.

"Can I stay?"

"As far as my Mum is concerned, you can live here." I laugh while lifting my pillow, to grab my boxer's and t-shirt.

"If you want some clothes, I have some stuff in the bottom draw that I never wear. I'm just going to take a shower. Oh, and if you don't want to sleep in here, you can stay in the spare room." And with that I walk out the door.

JACKS POV

When Mark walks out the door, I sigh. It feels great to have someone- other than Mark and my friends- who cares about me. This place feels like home more than the house I live in. I decide to find some clothes out of Marks 'never wear' draw, I find a pair of pants and a shirt, but I also find something else, and I grin.

MARKS POV

As I stand in the shower I realise how lucky I really am. Lucky that I have a nice place and loving parents who both have well paying jobs. I think about this for a long time until the water begins burning my back. I quickly finish washing myself and turn off the taps. I grab my towel and dry myself, leaving my hair until after I get dressed. I hang my towel and stop by the linen cupboard to grab Sean a towel. I reach my bedroom door and find it closed. Curious, I push open the door and I my knees almost buckle, first in shock, then laughter. He is standing there in an onezy that Mum thought was appropriate for year 10; Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' Michelangelo.

"WHY?!" I say after I stop laughing

"Because I was hoping for the greatest reaction, and I got it! You should really burn stuff you never want people see."

"Go have a shower," I throw his towel at his face. He pulls it off and pulls back the head piece.

"I think I might sleep in this," he thinks out loud.

"Do you wanna not do that?" I ask.

"What? It's comfortable."

"Just go and have a shower... please." I droop my head and shake it side to side.

"Fine."

"And throw that thing in the bin."

"Maybe." He smirks, and walks out to take a shower. I sit on my desk chair and stair off into the distance, thinking of what just happened, and I find myself laughing. The thoughts lead off to me being hungry and tired; which reminds me to feed my new puppy. I walk to the garage and pull open the cupboard full of dog stuff. I walk through the hallways of the house; stopping by the kitchen to see if Dads home.

"He'll be home in about twenty minutes," my Mum says when I lean on the bench, "I called him and he said that Jack can stay here permanently if he wants." She chuckles.

"Thought he would say something like that." I laugh; and with that, I walk outside to a happy Golden Retriever puppy.

"Chika Puppy! What have you been up to? I don't recall you being a shade of shit brown." I question her. But she only sits there with her dark brown eyes staring contently at the silver can that is in my left hand, tail wagging.

"Is Chika hungry?" I tease, she's fighting to stay sitting. "Yes she is! Come on!"

I put her bowl on the table. A scoop of dog biscuits and a full can of dog meat later, and Chika starts whining.

"No Chika," I growl, and she stops. At the same time I hear a car pull into the drive way and quickly give Chika a pat and throw her bowl on the ground once she sits.

I lock the sliding doors behind me when I walk inside. I head straight to the lounge room where I find who I've wanted to see all day.

JACKS POV

I step out of the shower and dress. For the size difference, Marks clothes fit pretty well. I hang my towel and walk out into the kitchen, where Marks mum is serving dinner.

"Smells good," I remark.

"I hope it tastes as good." She smiles.

"I'm sure it will,"

"You're such a sweetheart. Could you go get Mark and his dad please? They'll be in the lounge room talking about who knows what."

"Sure."

"Hey Jack?"

I turn back around.

"I just want you to know that if you ever need a place to stay, just ask and the answer will always be yes." She smiles.

"Thanks" I say, my voice full of happiness that at least one family thinks I belong. I turn and go grab Mark.

Feeling slightly awkward about having to interrupt their conversation, I walk down the hall till I reach the closed double doors of their lounge room. I knock on the doors.

"Yeah?" comes a deep voiced reply. I slowly open one of the doors and take a step closer.

"Uh- dinners ready..." I say awkwardly.

"Good, I'm starving!"Mark cries, before jumping out of his pink beanbag and walking to the door.