(Jack's P.O.V.)


I sigh, leaning my head on Mark's shoulder. "I have to leave tomorrow." I say, frowning a bit. Mark nods, putting his arm around me. "I don't want to leave." I continue. This just causes him to laugh.

"Okay, a week ago you were telling me just how much you were ready to go home." He states and I smile, looking up at him.

"That was before you kissed me." I say and he tilts his head to the side.

"That's very true." He says, looking back at me with a smile. My smile stays on my face as I look back at the TV, putting my head on his chest. I watch the TV but I listen to his heartbeat. I still can't believe I got this, got Mark, got so lucky to be able to call him more then a friend. We watch TV for quite a while before I hear one of my high fives, Mark picking up his phone afterwards.

"Oh. Wade and Bob were wondering if it'd be okay if they came over." He says, looking over at me. I shrug.

"Sure. Why not?" I say, and he nods, taking his arm away to text back real quick. Then after getting a reply he puts his phone down, putting his arm around me again.

"Are we gonna tell them?" I ask then.

"Tell them what?" He asks, completely oblivious at the moment. I chuckle, shaking my head a bit.

"Septiplier away!" I mimic him, boosting his memory.

"Oh that!" He says, smiling in a joking matter. "No we probably shouldn't. If you thought I'd think it was a joke, then they would just laugh in our faces. Wade more than Bob, but still." He says. I frown a bit but nod anyways.

"Okay. What about the subscribers? They'd have a field day." I say, smiling again. Mark laughs a bit.

"Oh you're right, they would." He says and it's silent for a second, both of us thinking. "I don't think it's the best idea to tell them. I mean, I did tell them I wasn't gay, which isn't a complete lie." He says and my smile falls and I look at him with shock, annoyance, and over all confusion. This just causes him to laugh.

"That's not what I meant." He says, still laughing. I still just stare at him. "What I meant was, I said I wasn't gay, which is true. To some degree. I'm not gay, I'm bi." He says then and I lift my head a bit.

"Ooooooh!" I say, understanding. "When the hell did you say that?" I ask then, once again confused. Mark sighs.

""Reading Your Comments #10"." He answers and I nod. Okay. That makes sense. "What about you?" He asks then. I chuckle.

"Gay." I say, not even hesitating. He looks at me with slight confusion.

"What about your ex? You two seemed pretty happy." He says and I shrug.

"I was I guess. It was more a state of contentment then happiness for me though. I mean, there was always something missing." I say, and Mark nods, understanding. It's silent as we turn back to the TV, though neither of us un-pause it. We just let it sit, one of us wanting to say something. Finally, I say it.

"Mark... Who do you see when you look in the mirror?" I ask softly, anxiously waiting for his reply. He sighs, thinking for an appropriate answer I assume. Then he answers.

"Sometimes I see myself. Other times I see someone I'm disappointed in, someone I don't want to say I know and live with. But either way, I see me. And I accept that." He says, looking over at me with a calm expression, something odd for Mark. I nod.

"I'm jealous. I only ever see him." I scowl, not even able to say his name out loud right now.

"Come on Jack, that's rude." Anti says. I pay no attention. Mark nods slowly and then takes his arm away, standing up. I don't ask where he's going, knowing he probably won't tell me. Ah Mark. I watch as he heads up the stairs and soon comes back down, this time hiding something behind his back. I furrow my eyebrows, confused once more. He sits next to me and sighs, staring at me. Then he shows what he was hiding. A hand mirror. I turn immediately. I do not want to see Anti.

"Jack come on, let me see you." Mark says quietly. I shake my head, staring into the kitchen doorway. "Jack..." Mark tries again but I don't move, the kitchen is apparently very interesting. "Sean..." I turn at the use of my real name. It's weird hearing it from him. Only my family have called me Sean, never Mark or any of my friends. He smiles ever so slightly. "Please?" He asks softly, practically begging me with his eyes. I sigh and I close my eyes for a second, opening them and turning my head. I stare into the mirror, I stare at Anti. He smirks at me like usual.

"Who do you see?" I ask softly. Mark smiles, staring into the mirror himself.

"I see an amazing, wonderful, caring, funny person who I love so much." He says. I smile at his words.

"That's not who I see though." I say. Mark hesitates but then says

"Then show me who you see." I look over at him with wild eyes, worried that if I take down just one barrier Anti will overpower me. Mark smiles, trusting and loving. I can't say no to that. I sigh, closing my eyes. I take down two of the barriers I have and I know that it works for as soon as I due I feel the need to get up and get a knife though I don't. I open my eyes, staring at Anti once more. I sigh, all of his wishes and thoughts flooding into my mind. I dismiss each one, ignoring what he wants to do. However, untrusting of my own strength, I take Mark's hand.

"Don't let him do anything." I whisper. Mark puts his fingers under my chin, turning my head to look at him.

"I won't." He says and smiles, staring into my eyes which I know are the same as Anti's. He sighs then, putting his one hand down. "Now it's my turn." He says. I stare at him in slight confusion. He closes his eyes, his head down slightly.

"What the hell is he doing?" Anti asks, though slightly... Excited. Mark opens his eyes then and looks at me with a smile. I stare at him with wide eyes. His eyes are no longer their normal almond brown but instead pure black with red irises.

"Mark! Hey, I can see you!" I hear a voice almost identical to Mark's, only deeper. I turn to the mirror. Now beside Anti there's someone else other than Mark, though he looks like Mark. His skin is gray, his teeth sharp, and his eyes pure black with red irises.

"D...Dark?" I ask, and he looks at me with wide eyes. He then looks back at Mark.

"He... He can see me?" He asks. Mark nods, smiling.

"Um, I can too." Anti says, waving, afterwards crossing his arms. Dark looks over at Anti then at me and then Mark.

"This is very weird." He says and I chuckle.

"Tell me about it." I say. Anti groans.

"It isn't weird. It's annoying and evil. It's bad enough I have to live in this ones mind now I have to see him and his boyfriend? Come on!" He groans again, making me smile. I love seeing him aggravated. It makes me feel accomplished. I look back at Mark, still ignoring the urge to get a knife.

"Does Dark ever try to force you to do something?" I ask. He nods, agreeing.

"Yeah but not often." He says. I chuckle.

"Good I'm not alone. Cause right now I really wanna go get a knife." I say, smiling. Mark laughs, nodding.

"No you aren't alone on that one." He says, one arm around me, the other holding onto the mirror. I stare into his eyes, the ones black with red, as he stares into mine, green blue and black. Then I slowly start leaning in, him doing the same.

"Ugh! Kill me now!" Anti groans and I smirk, pushing Mark's hand (and the mirror) down, finally kissing him. In an instant all of Anti's thoughts, wishes and urges are gone. It's just Mark and I. Until...

"Hello!" Wade says, knocking more. I pull away, sighing. Mark sighs as well, closing his eyes, which are back to normal.

"God dammit Wade." He whispers, making me laugh. Then we go and open the door.