Whaaa? A third update in a row?! What's going on with her?! 

*Clears throat* 

Yes well, it seems everyone has a weekend off this week and if you don't, this is just a certain special treat for you for going to school when most people didn't! *Applause* ^w^ It's for the Holidays! So happy Thanksgiving to all of you! Even if it isn't anymore! Or your American but in which case Happy Canadian Thanksgiving! :D

P.S: It's not actually Monday I'm just really really late XD

Now onto Septiplier :3

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--= Mark's + POV =--

The scent whisked into the air, but I pushed it aside. Jack has been baking making batch after batch, the only reason he would have stopped is if he ran out of ingredients or places to put the cookies in. If this was the case, then he would more than likely come and see me again to get me to taste them. 

Jack had come into the room about six times now and handed me a cookie with a warm, patient almost fake looking smile before walking back out of the room not saying anything at all. I didn't eat any of them. They lay piled on top of one another or I would fidget with them and they would all be in a row. 

I have been pacing around, the thought continuing to scream at me. The realisation that it could very well be possible I did in fact love Jack, and that I really am stupid to only be realising it now. What I have done is a mad man's mission. 

Picking the most dangerous patient, taking him OUT of the asylum as if he were in foster care, nurturing him, beating the shit out of my friend for thinking he screwed him, growing insanely jealous, running and skipping school for him, I have a feeling it isn't just friendship.

Yeah no shit it isn't friendship, I've almost said it a dozen times now....How the fuck am I going to do this? My hand had found it's way into my hair, tugging and pulling, brushing and braiding. My nerves gnawed away at my insides and the loud noises coming from the Kitchen suggested Jack was slaving away at it as well. 

My hand remaining ever since he kissed me in that spot, I gazed around the room and my eyes landed on the cookies. None of them were burnt or under cooked, and they smelled fucking amazing. 

Glancing around the room, making sure nobody else was around though why would there be it's my house, I snatched up one of the cookies and hurriedly shoved it into my mouth as if I wasn't supposed to. Flavour exploding in my mouth, my eyes widened as I heard the sound of a door creaking and turned to see Jack staring wide eyed at me as he held another cookie in between his fingers. 

"You ate them." Turning behind me to make sure he was actually talking to me, I shifted back around and gave a nod since my mouth was full of cookie. 

"Do you like it?" 

Another nod. 

"Good! I'll go make more!" 

Panic engulfing me, I painfully swallowed the cookie down and snatched Jack's wrist as he turned to go and walk out the door. My heart hammering about to pound it's way out of my chest, I felt Jack tense as I stayed in that position with my grip firmly on his wrist. 

"Wait, please." Jack flinching, he slowly turned towards me with that same look I saw before. He seemed so small and fragile, and the bags under his eyes made him look like he was about to die. My stomach curdling, I opened up my arms slowly trying to see if he would accept.

"Let's just go to sleep. Please Jack." Jack's eyes growing large as the words slipped from my mouth, he nodded slowly, and waddled into my arms where I instantly wrapped them around him as I held him. He was so tiny! So little, so cute!

Picking him up gently by wrapping my arms around him, I set him down gently on the bed and as he raised his hand to give me the cookie, I pressed it gently back towards him.

"I don't want it, I just want to cuddle with you. But you should have the cookie, I know you haven't eaten anything all day except for when you were with Felix." Jack staring me up and down, he opened his mouth and slowly lowered his cookie into his mouth.

Snapping his lips shut reminding me of a small crocodile, I smiled at him and he grinned back with the cookie still in his mouth. Scooching into bed, I whipped the blanket over us so it was up to our shoulders and shut the lamp beside me off. Leaving us alone in the dark.

Crunching and munches heard throughout the quiet, I gazed at Jack as he nibbled on the cookie. Once done with it, the silence was ill treated, for Jack started to talk.

"Why did you pick me?" No more noises to show he was eating, I could see him choke on some air as he quietly wheezed and coughed, but I know he'll be okay. He deals with a lot apparently this shouldn't phase him. I hope not, because it still worries me.

"I had a feeling you were going to ask something like that."

"But I wanna know." He pestered, looking up to see his big eyes staring at me with hope filled inside of them, I laughed slowly, and darted my eyes away from him not wanting to be lulled into doing anything I didn't want to or backing out.

"I'll trade the information for some."

"What do you want to know about?" He questioned. Scooching closer to me so I was forced to look at him, I sighed, and pressed a hand onto his face with a smile perking onto mine.

"Your eye."