Why be the judge? (Septiplier)

Chapter 33

JACKS POV

"I am bored." I state as I sit on the bed in Marks room, my books spread all over.

"I know, but we have to if we want to do well in the exams in 4 weeks," argues Mark. (I don't remember if I set a date earlier in the book. Oh well).

"True that. But can't we take a break." I plead.

"What would we do then?" sighs Mark. I can tell he's getting frustrated at doing all this studying, and he's taking it out on my whining.

"Can we take Chika for a walk? I just want to spend some time with you without worrying about our depressing lives."

"A walk does sound good. My legs haven't moved at all and Mum is kind of... eh right now," he agrees. I close all my books and stack them on his bedside table, agreeing silently about his Mum. We walk out to the garage and grab Chika's lead and call her. Soon we are walking down the street hand in hand, a little puppy leading the way.

"So what did you want to talk about that isn't our depressing lives?" Mark jokes.

"I dunno. Exams? The formal?" I suggest.

"What's interesting about the formal?" he questions.

"Well- who are you taking?" I ask.

"I have no clue. I'll probably see if Tyler Joseph wants to be my date. You think he would be interested?"

"Totally." I laugh

"Who do you wanna take?" he asks.

"Well it doesn't matter now- their already asking someone else!" I exclaim before laughing.

"Who were you going to ask? Dan? Or maybe Phil..." he says playing along.

"Na. I was thinking about asking a guy who's about my height."

"Tyler Oakley??"

"Nope."

"Who then? Just tell me." He pouts. We both had big grins on our faces.

"Well, since you asked so fucking nicely... I was going to ask you."

"Oh my, Jack I don't think I can handle that responsibility, that is asking a lot from me." He says as seriously as possible before he couldn't take it anymore. We both start laughing and for the next 2 minutes is laughter and giggling.

MARKS POV

When our laugh fest finally ends I give him a real answer.

"I would love to go with you, Jack."

"That'll change in 6 weeks," he smiles.

"Well don't jinx it then, you butt." I smile back.

We keep walking in a peaceful silence, Chika towing us along. The people on the street give us mixed expressions. Some glare and regard us in disdain, while others smile gently towards us; even a little boy runs upto us in curiosity and asks us questions.

"Are you both sick or something?" he questions.

"I- uh- we-"

"No, we're not sick. Why do you say that?" I say, interrupting Jacks stammering

"Well, it isn't normal," he says looking to see if his mother is coming, "Mum says being different isn't normal."

"But we're different, aren't we?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he says as if he is talking to some idiot that doesn't know left from right.

"So then you're not normal. Are you?" I continue. His face lights up as he finally understands where I'm coming from.

"No, I'm not normal, am I."

"Nope. You're you. It doesn't matter if your favourite colour is pink and you like guys. You just be you. There is no such this as normal." I tell him and he gives me a big grin and nods. I look up from the boy when I hear foot steps running along the pavement.

"Liam! Don't run away like that." The lady, who I am guessing is his mother scolds

"But Mum!" the boy, Liam moans, "This man is nice."

She looks at me and gives a small gasp. "Oh my. I am so sorry. He does this all the time, just runs upto people to ask them silly questions."

"No, no. It's alright; we were just taking a walk, nothing important." I say.

"Well we best be off."

"Bye misters." Liam calls as he is dragged off with his mother.

I smile and give him a wave before I turn to Jack.

"Well then... that was different." I laugh

"I have had enough social interaction for today, let's go back to your place." He laughs back.

We turn around and walk back home. By the time we get back we're not even bothered to open our books. Instead we put them away, and go to our separate rooms and have some time alone. We really had had enough social interaction.