Why be the judge? (Septiplier)

Chapter 28

MARKS POV

I walk into the dining room and the smell hits me in the face.

"PASTA!!!!!!!!" I yell in delight.

"Stop acting like a two year old and eat." Mum scowls from across the table.

I drop my head. "Sorry."

Jack sitting beside me laughs and that earns a smile from Mum.

"PASTA!!!!!!!" yells a voice from behind, Mums smile vanishes and my laughter appears.

The moment Dad sees Mums face he lowers his head. "Sorry."

I see his face and it looks as if he's deciding if to sit somewhere else; but he chooses to sit next to Mum.

We begin eating. When Dad starts talking, it's evident neither of them know what to say to each other.

"So.... how was school today, Jack?"

"Umm... not terrible."

This continues for five minutes until I couldn't take it anymore and start giggling, which quickly turns into laughter.

"What are you laughing at giggle pots?" questions Dad.

"Yeah, what's so funny?" seconds Jack.

"YOU Two!!" I manage before I start laughing again.

"What do you mean?" Dad asks.

"You don't even want to talk to each other! If we weren't going out, you two would be best friends." I manage, once I stop laughing.

"That's not true, Mark. You're just going crazy."

"Your Dads right, you're crazy." Agrees Jack.

"Alright then, if that's the case, you can talk to each other about anything," I smirk.

"I'm going to clean up," announces Mum before disappearing into the kitchen.

"You know what I learnt today? I learnt that if you're Homosexual, you have to be 18 for consent."

"Good for you Mark. Why did I need to know this?" Dad asks slightly confused.

"I thought it was an interesting topic to bring up, why do gays have to be 18, and straight's 16? It should be the other way round."

"No it shouldn't." Dad argues.

"Yeah, gays can't conceive.''

"Yeah, but you pass on STD's on easily." Dad counters.

"Both genders should be 18, in my opinion," Jack argues.

"Ok, that I can agree on that." Says Dad, "So let's be clear. We're right and Mark is wrong. Agreed?"

"Agreed." Jack says.

"looks like you are wrong on both fronts, Marky, we are like best friends."Dad clarifies.

"Yeah, yeah. No need to rub it in. I was just testing you."

"Mark, what did that conversation have to with anything? We're both 18 anyway," Jack says after my Dad retreats to the lounge room to watch the footy.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I smirk.

"Nothing... much." He blushes.

"I'll make it mean much," I laugh.

"No you won't."

"I'll change your mind about that."

I stand and head to the bathroom.

JACKS POV

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mark smirks.

"Nothing... much." I feel my cheeks heat up, and my boxers start tightening. I feel so embarrassed.

"I'll make it mean much," he laugh.

"No you won't." I say. I shift in my seat. My body is telling me to go for it, but my mind is telling me not yet.

"I'll change your mind about that." He states before he stands and walks out of the room.

I sit in my chair for a minute, before walking to the Spare Room.