I'm not gay

Mark

I'm in a good mood today. Early update.

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~Mark~

"Are you and Jack fighting?" I was stunned when a young girl approached me and down right asked me this question. I stepped back, taken off guard by the question. The ground of fans stared at me with curious eyes, awaiting my answer. I hesitate.

"Why would you ask me something like that?" I tried my damnedest to hide my nervousness, praying she wouldn't notice it.

"You two haven't been making videos recently... And he isn't on you panel..."

"That doesn't mean we're fighting", I looked to Ethan, praying with my eyes for him to save me. "Some people just find less of a reason to associate I suppose", from the corner of my eye I notice the devil himself meander past, clearly taking interest in my distress. Bastard.

It has been five months since Sean found his little fuck buddy, what's-his-face. In total, we haven't made any attempt of contact for eight whole months. Five whole months of me forcing a smile and two of those months crying myself to sleep about how foolish I was to have let him go like that. When he was brought up anywhere near me, my friends knew very well how touchy of a subject it was.

I however find my love for him deepening the more I see of him and what's-his-face, wondering to myself what it'd be like if I had made a sensible move instead of being arrogant.

"Liar", the girl poked my chest accusingly, taking me by surprise at how confident she was being. I wanted to deck her but held myself back, full aware of how much trouble I'd be getting myself into. "You can believe what you want", I didn't mean to sound so daunting but I couldn't hold it back when I saw what's-his-face sling his arm over Sean's shoulder's, whispering into his ear which made Sean giggle and nestle his head into what's-his-face's neck.

"Then I'll ask him myself".

This bitch.

"Jack! Can I ask you a question?" Some of the people at Pax really need some common sense and restrain when meeting their favourite YouTubers and such.

"I don't see why not, what's on your mind lass?" I couldn't help but stare at his lips, he was so close, his voice sounded surreal. Fuck...

"Are you and Mark fighting?" This question seemed to throw him off just as much as it did me, his cheeks flaring. "Not exactly... I uh think that's enough questions..." he dismissed any more attempts she had and looked my way, our eyes met. I'm sure the tension was going through the roof at that very moment. I felt a burning in my chest and I whipped my head around to storm off, refusing to give myself such frustrations for any longer than necessary.

I crashed through the private area doors, pulling roughly at my hair as I tried to hold back tears. "Where're you running off to Mark?" Was he fucking mocking me?

"Why are you wasting your breath on me? Go back to fuckface", I retorted and I felt him grab my wrist and jerk me round to face him, his hand colliding with my cheek. This felt like a moment in some kind of shit drama movie.

"His name is Adam!"

"He looks more like a fuck face to me", I shoved him back to distance us. "You arrogant son of a bitch!" He snapped at me and I chuckled, crossing my arms and turning my face away from him, mainly to hide the fact that my eyes were welling up with tears. "Just leave me be, for Christ sake, don't waste your breath, like I said", I turn my back to him and he grunted.

"Mark!" He snapped at me but I just kept walking, not wanting to talk to him any more than necessary.

God this sucked.

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"You there, yeah you! The one in the pretty dress, yeah I see you there! What's your question?" Ethan giggled as he pointed to the crowd, singling out a girl who had her hand up for a question. I tried not to look at Sean who sat in the front seats, shifting in discomfort as he too tried to not look at me. I was zoning out nonstop, I was in really bad place at that moment and all I wanted to do was punch something, or someone, preferably Sean.

I turn my head away from the crowd for a split second to cringe at the thought of laying a harmful hand on Sean again.

"Yeah... My question is actually for Mark", she blushed and I shot to attention, forcing a believable smile as I awaited her question. "I'm all ears".

"This may seem like a weird question and whatnot, but I know everyone here is probably wondering... Are you... Gay?"

A typical question. One I get asked daily.

"Hah, why? You a Septiplier shipper?" God that hurt.

A good number of people squealed at the term and I chuckled, watching her grow flustered as she nodded bashfully. "Don't be shy, I'm a Septiplier shipper too ya know", I hear screams of excitement and surprised gasps from my friends. "Well my dear, sad to say I'm not gay", I heard a series of 'awww' in disappointment but I smirked to myself, staring directly at Sean who sat in the front, showing a clear expression that he did not want to be here, but he didn't really have a choice.

I've been avoiding looking at him this entire performance.

"But", I started.

"I'd happily go gay for you... Sean".

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