Secrets (Crankiplier) «ON HOLD/POSSIBLE REWRITE»

Chapter Two

WELP
I never expected myself to update this soon
But you guys seem to like it
And I'm bored
So here we go I guess

Mark's POV:

I sighed as I lay in my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I was stuck thinking about Ethan! How cute he looked, his precious smile, and gorgeous eyes, and that perfect laugh of his. Mark, stop it. You can't think like that, for fucks sake. I sighed. I knew the boy wouldn't love me back. He's probably not even gay. I sat up, walking out of my room and downstairs into the kitchen to see Tyler. He was sipping coffee as he messed around on his phone. I huffed, deciding to make myself coffee. I could feel his eyes on me.

"You okay? You seem off," he said, me looking over. "Yeah yeah...I'm fine," I replied, looking back down at the coffee maker.

"You're lying, tell me what's wrong," he demanded, me tensing slightly at the fact he knew something was up. I sighed, feeling as if there was no point in lying anymore. "Look....you'll keep a secret, right?" I asked, looking back up at him. He nods.

"Of course, why?" Tyler asks, tilting his head. I sighed, hugging myself. "Tyler, I.........I have a crush on Ethan". He Blinked, seeming shocked.

"You're gay?" He asked, me shaking my head. "Bi-sexual, but still. I really like him..," I reply, him nodding. I look down, biting my lip. "Does he know?" Tyler asked, me looking back up at him.

"Of course not, he can't know," I say, him raising a brow. "Why not? You never know, he could like you back".
"Fat chance".
"Still, consider telling him someday," he says, placing a hand in my shoulder. He flashed me a reassuring smile, me returning the smile and nodding. "Alright".

Ethan's POV:

I groaned, gripping my hair tightly. Why the fuck does Mark have to be so damn perfect?! I hid my head under my pillow, huffing. "Fuck you, you sexy bastard...," I said, it possibly being muffled since I'm hiding under my pillow. I sighed,pulling my head out from beneath my pillow, thinking. Is he even gay? Nah, he probably isn't. He'll never like you back. I sigh, hugging my pillow tightly. "Fuck you, you sexy bastard...fuck you".