This is my first Septiplier story, so I'm not sure how it'll go, but I promised my friend I'd try. So, I'll give it a shot. Also, bit of an AU, since they aren't Youtubers, at least yet. And in high school, since it hasn't happened in awhile.

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Jack rested his chin on his hand, sighing in boredom. Biology was a giant waste of time, so far as he was concerned. His now green hair flipped into his eyes, and he smirked. Mark, one of his best friends, had completely freaked when he saw the neon green perched atop his friend's head. But, Jack rather liked it, so it made it okay in his eyes. They're other friends really liked it. He glanced over at Mark, who was drawing doodles in his notebook, clearly done paying attention to the lesson. Jack hadn't begun to draw yet, but he was getting there.

Luckily for him, the bell rang. Jack rose, gathering his things and stuffing them in his bag. Mark sauntered up, hooking his thumbs through his belt loops. Jack glanced up at his friend questioningly. Mark just shrugged. They always walked to class together, so he didn't think much of it. Jack turned back to his things, feeling slight heat in his cheeks. It wasn't like Mark hadn't studied him before. He had, lots of times. So why was it affecting him now.

"You okay Jack?" Mark asked, probably sensing his friend's discomfort. Jack straightened, striding ahead of the dark-haired boy. Mark, started, then fast-walked to catch up with his friend. "Yo, Jacky-Boy, you ignoring me?"

"No you idiot," Jack said, rolling his eyes. "How could someone ignore your loud ass?" He cracked a tiny smile, showing that, yes, he was just joking. Mark smiled too, noticing the accent that Jack was desperately trying to hide, though he didn't need too. It wasn't as Irish as Mark expected, but still, there was a certain charm to it. Jack moved to L.A years ago, when the boys were in middle school. And right away, he'd tried to hide the accent, because he thought it made him sound silly. But every now and then, the accent would slip into place.

Mark walked with Jack to lunch, since they had it together. Which within itself wasn't all that unusual, since they did that a lot. But, Mark never really studied Jack like this before. Jack was a couple inches shorter than himself, which he found adorable, since, before the green-haired Irish boy, he'd been the shortest of his friend group. And his eyes. God, Jack had the bluest eyes you've ever stumbled across. Seriously. Mark wasn't making that up. How could he? All of his friends would agree with him. And Jack's accent, which wasn't present most of the time, was adorable as fuck. Mark was a sucker for accents, which is why he fell for Aaron all those years ago.

"Mark?" Jack snapped his fingers under his friend's nose. "What got in your head all of a sudden? Buck up, will ya?" At the will ya, Jack's accent slipped back into place. Mark smiled. He decided to do something risky.

"Have I ever mentioned I love your accent?" he asked. Jack started. Well, maybe once. But the green-haired lad never remembered it, if he did.

"Uh, thanks," he mumbled, shuffling down the line to get his food. If he wasn't red in the face before, he certainly was now. God damn, why did Mark have to say that now? Couldn't he see the green-haired lad was already a bit uncomfortable?

Mark did know. He wasn't a fool. And he was kicking his own ass for that. But, at the same time, he was kind of glad he did it. Because, that was one of the main things he liked about Jack. His adorable little Irish accent. That he always tried to hide. Mark sighed. Somehow, some way, Jack wasn't completely comfortable with himself. And that made him sad. He decided he help Jack learn to love himself, whatever it took.

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"Thanks for the drive home," Jack said, moving to get out of Mark's car. Quickly, Mark grabbed his wrist, stopping him from moving. He turned back to the dark-haired boy, cocking his head to the side. "Mark?" he asked. Mark blinked.

"Um, wanna come over tonight?" he asked lamely. Jack chuckled, rolling his eyes. "I got a new game for the PC," he added, and Jack's blue eyes lit up. He loved games, as did Mark.

"Okay!" he agreed eagerly. "Let me run my stuff inside!" Jack dashed off, leaving Mark with a running car and his thoughts. He rested his forehead on the steering wheel. Why? He knew he was gay, that was for certain. But Jack didn't know that. He also didn't know what he'd done to the dark-haired boy, and had been doing to him for years. Mark always found something about Jack fascinating, so it wasn't like the feelings were coming completely from nowhere. It just...it seemed to come from the back of his mind to the fore front. It was always pricking at the back of his mind, sure, but not like this. He glanced up as the car door slammed shut, showing that Jack was indeed back in the car. "You okay?" he asked his friend.

"Of course," Mark lied, plastering a fake smile on his face. "Let's just go to my house now." He didn't really want to admit his feelings for the green-haired lad. Not yet. The drive back to Mark's house was relatively quiet, only broken by the radio spitting out random nonsense. Jack hummed along at one point, drumming his fingers on the door handle. Mark glanced over, turning away to hide the smile breaking out on his face. Though he wasn't sure why, since it wasn't like Jack hadn't seen him smile before. He had, loads of times. In fact, Mark usually smiled when he was around the green-haired lad. Which brought his train of thought back to how Jack made him feel.

When Mark pulled up to his house, he bolted inside, setting up the game before Jack could arrive. It was Huniepop, and while it sounded incredibly stupid, it also sounded like it be hilarious. Jack entered the room and took one look at the loading screen. Then he settled himself on Mark's lap, a thing he did every time they played PC games. And it usually didn't bother Mark. Much. But today, since he was battling his own feelings, he wasn't sure how it felt. Well yes, he did. It felt nice. Jack leaned his head on Mark's shoulder, staring at the screen.

"What is this game?" he asked when the start screen popped up, with a very exposed pink-haired girl dominating most of the space. It took a lot...okay all...of Mark's willpower not to wrap an arm around his waist. That would scare his friend away. "God I wish I had hair like that," Jack said wistfully. It looks utterly perfect." Mark didn't say anything, instead loading up the game. They went through the simple steps, with Jack stepping in when he felt it necessary. They began talking to the first character, the pink-haired one, named Kyu. Jack laughed at her dialogue, and it caused Mark's heart to soar. He loved Jack's laugh, almost as much as he loved his accent. "God, she's so funny!" Jack gushed, staring at the screen. "And perfect, even by video game standards. I kinda wish I was her. Then people would like me more." Mark turned Jack so he was facing him. "What the?" Jack asked. "Mark?"

"You are perfect," Mark whispered, and Jack's blue eyes widened. God, Mark loved his eyes. "You are perfect, and you can't see that, but you are. God, you don't know how perfect you are." Jack smiled at him hesitantly, licking his lips, which drew Mark's attention to them. God, even his bright red lips were perfect. So perfect for kissing...

Mark wrapped an arm around Jack, which caused the green-haired lad, which caused him to squeak. Mark leaned in, so close that he could stare into the depths of Jack's beautiful blue eyes. So blue. So perfect. Just like the rest of him. Jack gazed up at him, seeming to beg him to do something. And Mark did. With the sappy love music from Huniepop playing in the background, and his arm wrapped so lovingly around Jack's waist, he kissed him, soft and slow, smiling when he felt him kissing back.

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I'm going to stop it here, but don't worry! It's a two-shot, so I'll pick up where I left off next chap. You'll have to let me know what you think of it so far.