A Septiplier Love Story

Introduction:

Merk's (aka Mark's) POV: When I moved to Ireland, everyone started treating me like a damn prince. Well a teenagers dream basically. Girls left and right coming to me. Ugh. And my new squad... yes I say squad because they say I should, anyways they already invited me to like 3 party's this weekend alone! It's amazing, this is all amazing, let's just pray to god they don't find out in gay. And let me tell ya. I'm GAY... like gay as fuck... no not the stereotypical way, I mean like I've been here for a day and already checking a guy out. I'm mean it's probably because he is fucking hot... i mean his bright green beautiful mess of a hair really compliments the warm smile he gave me with his pink... lush... lips... and his EYES. Oh his eyes, bluer than the bluest ocean ever... and his glasses fit his face so adorably. His outfit is super fuckin cool to. A black three days grace shirt with black ripped skinny jeans with chains. He Seriously gives off this emo but super funny and sweet personality.... god I should stop thinking of him. It's not like we're ever gonna date.. I can't and even if I could he's most likely straight...

Jacks POV: Ok this new kid with the red fur ball on his head and brown chocolate eyes is fookin hot as hell. What is wrong with me?! You're suppose to be getting better.. not worse.. reminder: 10 rubberband slaps for thinking gay thoughts. But he's super cute... that's 11 now. Welp great... it doesn't matter anyways he's already popular and probably doesn't know I exist. I shouldn't exist.. everyone thinks I'm a happy goth, which is a weird combination but that's who people think I am, including my best friend Wade and Bob. They know i have... "the problem" or other terms... I like boys so they know I somewhat, maybe, sort of obsess over Mark.... which trust me I'm not proud of. I hate my... condition.. or at least that's what my parents call me being gay... they hate me.. hell, I hate me... which is why I have my secrets.......