(Today I found out that Whiskey burns when it goes down your throat. I'm not 21 so my dad had to tell me Whiskey burned. Hint on my age: I'm older then 10 but younger than 18)
The sun glowed in the blinds as the smell of mapel bacon waffted through the house. The faint sizzle of grease filled the air. Sean eyes fluttered open, giving him a look at the ceiling. Sean rubbed his eys and sat up, letting the sun press against his skin. Sean heard the water droplets of the shower in the bathroom. Sean rolled out of bed but soon to find himself shaking cold. Sean ran to Mark's closet and grabbed his biggest sweatshirt. He felt the sweatshirt warm him up and Sean could smell Mark. Sean walked into the bathroom and sat on the sink.
"Morning Sean." The man in the shower said.
"Morning Mark." Sean replied that was followed by a yawn. Sean heard the droplets of shower stop and Mark stepped out of the shower with no towel. Sean kept his eyes on Mark's head, watching him grab a towel off the heated rack and wrap it around his waist. Mark walked up to Jack and kissed his forehead.
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"Hey! Yeah, I did it. Those people had bacon in their fridge. . . What? . . . I didn't mean to hurt you baby. It was all in the plan. I told you to listen to me. Lets jut hope they don't sense the fire." Dark said hanging up the call with Anti. Dark ran out of the house and ran into the woods.
(Its a short chapter... so you can bet the next one is long. ALSO IM GOING TO A RIVER THURSDAY AND I HOPE THE WIFI IS GOOD!!!)
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Runaway (Septiplier) (COMPLETED)
Fanfic(REPBUBLISH DONT SHAME ME) Sean William McLoughlin, or Jack, felt unwanted, unloved, and forgotten. So he ran away. He ran deep into the woods to pass out on a stranger's house. The stranger takes him in, and takes care of him.
