The way you look at me (Septiplier)

Chapter six - Saturday night

*SEAN'S POV*
The rest went home for about an hour ago, and I had asked Mark if he wanted to stay another night. He said yes, so I asked my mom. As the wonderful mom she was, she said it was okay, and asked if I needed some money for food, or if I just wanted to make something that we had. I said I would make something, and said thanks. So, thats why I at that time, stood in the kitchen and was making food. Mark sat by the island we had in the kitchen, watching me. We had music playing on the speaker in the livingroom, witch was right by the kitchen, with an open solution. As a new song started, Mark jumped up and started to dance like a madman, and I laughed at him. He took my hands and started dancing with me.
"Maaark, I need to keep an eye with the food!" I complained, half heartedly. He just chuckled, and lifted me up, spinning me in the beat of the music.
"If the food gets burned, I will blame myself," he said, smiling. When he put me down, he let me go, and continued dancing, while I went back to the food and laughed at him. He was really cute and handsome... And he was mine. I was so gay.
As the food was done, Mark had danced to a few more songs. I felt so at ease, and smiled at him while I put the food on two plates. We ate our food while talking and laughing, and I admired how well looking he had becomed the last few years. As I lifted my eyes from my food to look at him again, our eyes met because he already were looking at me. I blushed a little and smiled at him, before looking away. He giggled a little at my reaction, and I blushed even more.
"You know, you're really handsome...," he said quietly so I just about heard it. I blushed even a deeper shade og red, and looked back at him. I felt as if our realationship had moved way too fast, but it still felt natural, as if it was ment to be.
"Had I just been honest with myself before you left, I would've realized I liked you already then. When we kissed last night, it felt like I had wanted it for a long time. But, I guess with time, I was able to make myself belive I was straight," I said, suddenly feeling awkward and turned my head to the TV. "Hey, wanna watch some movies afterward?"
"Sounds fun. Are you done?" I nodded, and he took my plate to put it in the dishwasher. I went to the TV to turn it on and open Netflix.
"What movie genre?" I asked as I looked at him comming to sit next to me on the floor infront of the TV, and my heart skipped a beat in happiness as he kissed my cheek.
"Are you okay with horror? You choose. I'll go get the blankets," he whispered in my ear, and I couldn't do anything other than smile. He remembered that I loved to watch movies snuggled up in blankets on the floor. I opened the folder for horror and started to read on the movies to choose a good one. I ended up with a paranormal one.
We was snuggeling up together under the blankets as the movie rolled infront of us. Mark had his arm around my shoulders, and we were talking more than actually watching the movie. I jumped everytime the screen flickered, and Mark giggled because of it each time. I snuggled even closer to him, to the point where I practicality was sitting on top of him, and he looked at me a little before moving us so we was laying on one of the blankets, his chest pressed up against my back, and his protective arms around me. I smiled a little.
"Mark, will you protect me if something happens?" I asked as I snuggled up to him, wanting an excuse for him to hold me closer. As if he read my mind, he putted his arms even closer around me, and I felt a small weight on my neck, as he kissed me lightly. I smiled to myself. I was fully capable to protect myself, and I had the guts to protect me and those close to me, but it was nice to feel protected. I had to repay him later, I said to myself as we laid there together, watching the movie, both paying more attention to eachother and not so much to the movie itself. He moved a little behind me, and I turned my head to cast a glance at him, but he turned me around and kissed me instead. I melted into the kiss, but it ended soon after. We just laid there, talking again. We talked about anything and everything we remembered. Everything form earlier girl and boyfriends, parties, school, what we've been up to the last years, and so on. I just couldn't get enough of his voice. He had already gotten all into my head, taken it over. He ruled my world, and I loved it.
I loved him.