Many months had passed, and the gang was back in 'Murica for another convention. All went well, and everyone had a fun time meeting fans and just hanging out. Of course, when Septipler was mentioned, all the shippers went crazy.

          "Good god, you guys! You all really  want this shit to happen, don't you?" Jack said to the crowd as their cheers grew louder. Mark couldn't help but laugh at the response. Looking at Jack who was currently shaking his head in disbelief, Mark grabbed his hand.

          "Oh fuck, not you too!" Jack groaned, face palming this time. As the fans once again gave cheers and laughs as approval, Mark could have sworn he saw Jacks face grow a bit red.

          "Ooo, Jack, your face appears to be growing a lovely shade of pink, have you been drinking?" He teased, hugging him now.

          "Fuck off." he frowned, trying to wriggle free from his grasp. "Holy hell, c-can you let me go now?" he said, furrowing his brows. Mark giggled,

          "No, because I loooooooooove  you Jacki-poo," he cooed. Many squeals came from the crowd.

          "Oh my god, this looks so gay right now," Jack sighed.

          "What did you expect? We're Cosmo and Wanda, we have to be together," he smiled.

          "KISS!" The crowd cried. Mark and Jack looked out to their fans, a questioning look on both their faces.

          "Are you guys serious right now?" Jack yelled out to the crowd.

          "KISS, DAMNIT!" They chanted. Mark let go of Jack now, as he needed both hands to cover the blush forming on his cheeks.

          "Fuck no! Not with this guy! He might rape me!" Jack cried, causing everyone to laugh.

          "Oh you'd like that now, wouldn't cha?" Mark said between laughs.

          "We all  know you would be the one to enjoy it Mark," Jack said, laughing as well.

          "Where's mah kiss?!" A girl shouted.

          "Just DO IT!" Cried a male voice.

          "Let mah OTP happen!" Came another. Jack sighed, and did a Shia LeBouf impression, not noticing Mark sneak up behind him. Before he knew it, Jack found himself being dipped by Markipler, as if the two had been dancing the tango. He stared dumbfounded at his friend, who looked back at him with crazed determination.

          "Gotta give the fans what they want, right boy?" Mark winked.

          "W-what the-" Jack couldn't finish his sentence as he felt a pair of lips meet his. Stunned, Jack began to blush, before slowly closing his eyes and cradling Marks face, pulling him closer. The crowd went wild with screams and camera flashes echoing throughout the hall. No doubt they were taking pics to repost later. Mark broke the kiss, pulling Jack back up on his feet. Both were blushing by this point.

          "Well, if that wasn't intense, I don't know what is anymore," Wade said, breaking the silence on stage. The two boys scooted away back to their seats, not sitting next to each other anymore.

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          "I can't believe you did that Mark. I have a girlfriend!" Jack said, semi pissed. The rest of the convention was a little awkward, but the 'professionals' did their best on stage to convince the fans that it was all fine. But it wasn't. Mark didn't understand what compelled him to do it, and Jack was left there with conflicted feelings.

          "Do you really though?" Mark asked.

          "Yes,  you jerk! What's worse, she ships us!" Jack cried, flailing his arms around. 

          "Wow, seriously?"

          "Yeah...it's really weird hearing your girlfriend beg you to become gay," Jack looked at the ground, "It sucks, because I really like her, but the relationship feels more like a friendship now, and I don't want that!" Mark looked at his Irish friend. He rubbed his shoulders in an attempt to comfort him.

          "Damn. Sorry buddy. But hey, if you two do  end up breaking it off, at least it won't be a hellish nightmare. And who knows? You'll find someone better," Mark smiled.

          "Yeah, I guess. It sucks though." 

With that, the duo left to tour around the city before Mark took Jack to the airport. As night time came, both males were left in their own thoughts of mixed emotions. That kiss hadn't meant anything...could it? Each was left wondering if the other had felt a spark as well, or if it was all, quite literally, an act.