A Bucket of Awkward (Septiplier AU)

The Touch

There was no way he was trying to make a comment about me, absolutely no way he was commenting on my own round, plump thighs, right?

I gave him my best smile before I turned around and got to work getting the cut of meat he had requested. I turned off the stove and moved the vegetables to a cool burner so they wouldn't burn. I moved everything that needed moving, and once I had it all together and the chicken was cut I looked over my shoulder and asked Mark to hand me the plates.

"Oh, of course. I can help you load up the plates." Though he seemed calm and was smiling at me, I could have sworn I saw his eyes dart up to meet mine, he must have been spacing out.

He moved quickly over to where I was with the plates and I piled up thighs and veggies for him and the wings for myself. During the meal we talked a bit more about our lives, and I was surprised how much we had in common. We both loved playing video games on our off time, and spending time relaxing at home.

"Do you do any video gaming online?" He asked brightly. "If so what's your screen name? Maybe we can play together sometime."

I coughed and told him not really. My screen name was stupidly the same as my name I used during his streaming. No way in hell I was telling him that.

Dinner was amazing. There was no better word for it. Mark had a charm to him that if i wasn't already smitten with him already I certainly would have been after the first few bites of our meal.

I tried to keep the conversation as light as I could. No need to talk about our jobs to stop him from having to tell me anything he didn't want to tell me. He seemed to have the same idea and kept the line that he worked from home.

"Just a little position as my own boss," he said casually. "Nothing too crazy."

"I would both love and hate that," I chuckled before taking another bite, "I could decide when I did what, but knowing me I'd forget to actually do it."

He cracked his own small chuckle at that as well, moving his eyes from me to where he was cutting up more of his chicken; still talking to me the entire time.

"Yeah, it can be a little odd at first. It's still like having a normal job, you have to get up at a certain time and do what you need to do. The hours are more flexible though so I have a lot more time to do what I want to do."

I couldn't really tell if he was honestly talking about his job anymore, he could have just been making up bullshit so I wouldn't question him about it.

There was something just amazing about...well, everything about him. It was hard to do anything other than just smile stupidly at him. His charming grin was infectious, and I could just sit there and stare at him for hours.

"Yeah," I sighed happily, not connecting that I was practically drooling on what was left on my plate.

"Jack," he giggled. "You're kind of staring at me."

"Hmm?" I mumbled back, only just listening to his words. "Oh, shit. Sorry!"

He continued to giggle after that, my cheeks turning red while he hid his mouth behind his hand to try and stop. Finally, after what felt like years of embarrassment he stopped and leaned back, casually waving his hand at me.

"Don't worry about it, honestly. I'm use to people kind of drifting off and I tend to do it myself." The sweet way he was smiling at me only made my cheeks feel even darker, which he noticed.

I also found out that he spent a good amount of his childhood in Ohio before traveling from one place to another. I was quite the opposite, and already planned on living in LA as soon as I got out of Ireland.

Once we were done I stood to grab the plates, but he was already picking them up off the table and moving towards the counter, waving a friendly hand at me and gesturing me to sit back down while he 'took care of it'. We had both eaten most of the food, only leaving scraps, so he scraped those into the trash and began hand washing the dishes.

"You really don't have to-"

"You spent time making us dinner, the least I can do it waste two minutes cleaning up. It's no big deal, honestly." I really couldn't argue with that, so I sat there and waited for him to finish, even taking the time to wash the other dishes I had yet to put in the dishwasher.

He smiled at me when he was done and dried off his hands, moving back over to sit next to me at the table. He had even packed up the leftovers and put them in the fridge, how in the world could someone so drop dead gorgeous also have a sweet, and equally as amazing personality?

"Sorry," I sighed, realizing that I was staring again.

"Seriously Jack," he reached across and placed his hand on my wrist, "it's fine. Trust me, this'll be something we can laugh about once we get more use to each other."