Sean was gay and had a lust for Mark. Mark was straight and despised homosexuals. Not the best mix.

Once upon a time, Mark anonymously messaged Jack on kik. Jack was confused, worried, and downright terrified at first, but once he realized it was just a "secret admirer," he was calm, and eventually began to fall in love, until he found out who this mystery person was. //highest rankings: #64 in fanfiction #1 in septiplier #2 in kik//

"So... Wanna skip Gym and make out in the janitor's closet or something?" •°•°•°•°• "We can't tell my dad this, y'know. If he knew I was gay as hell, he'd make sure he gave me hell." •°•°•°•°• "What? No way. We're just friends. That Irish loser can screw every guy around here for all I care. I am NOT gay." •°•°•°•°• "It's complicated, alright? Dang it, Signe, I don't know! One minute he's all over me, then he acts like we can't even be friends outside of our houses... I'm so confused." •°•°•°•°• "I can feel you staring at me, Jack." •°•°•°•°• "Mark. That has to be the absolute gayest thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life. I fookin' love it." •°•°•°•°• - Story may or may not contain anything beyond the mentions of anything sexual. - It's purposefully short, okay? - This story does NOT have any true detail. - This story is NOT based upon the people in it; everything from looks to personality is 90% false. - This story is really not going to be any count, but hey, go ahead. I warned you :'^)

Sean has escaped an abusive prison of a relation ship but now he is homeless and has no where to go. He finds a help wanted sign for a new club called 'paradise' that is owned by the goergous Mark.

He's alone, crying, starving to death, sick, aching in every part of his body. He ignored the messages on Twitter and the texts and calls from his friends. He finally got the nerve to answer his best friend. "Jack, are you ok?" "I'm not ok, Mark! Please help, I'm ter-" "Sean? SEAN!?" (SUCIDE WARNINGS, DRUG MENTION, ALCOHOLISM, SELF ABUSE)