Mark's POV:
Mark is skyping with Jack, Wade, Bob, and Ken.
"Hey Mark! Lets play a game of FNAF!" comes the overly enthusiastic voice of Jacksepticeye over skype.
"Yeah Mark! I wanna challenge your FNAF title!" says Wade.
"Yeah right, you can't beat the king of FNAF at his own game! Good luck to ya!" retorts Mark
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"Yeah guys. Lets play something all of us can play. Maybe speedrunners?" says Bob.
"Great idea! I really don't like jumpscares." says Ken.
"You're awfully quiet there, Jack. Anything you wanna say? Anything troubling you?" asks Mark, concerned.
Jack's POV:
He hears Mark's voice, but doesn't respond, he's too preoccupied, lost in Mark's chocolate brown eyes over Skype."Huh? I'm fine. Don't worry. I was just thinking." Jack replies, wearily, it is currently almost midnight in Ireland, and the other guys have stayed up to remind him to pack for PAX and play games with him.
"Are ya sure you're okay, Jackaboy?" asks Mark, still concerned about his friend.
"I've told ye, I'm fine. Now lets get playin' so I can beat yer American ass at this game! Yeah! LETS DO THIS!" Jack screams, deafening all except Mark, who was used to his screams from his videos by now.
"YEAH WE GOT JACKABOY BACK IN ACTION!" Mark screams back, deafening everyone once again.
"Could you guys stop that? I'd rather NOT go deaf before I'm eighty-five. Seriously, I don't know how your fans can do this all the time!" replies Bob, rubbing his temples.
"Sorry you guys, Merk and I are just excited because we play this all the time." replies Jack, looking at his monitor apologetically.
They play on into the night, all remembering to remind Jack to pack for PAX, which would occur that weekend.
Mark's POV:
'Wonder why he was staring at his screen for so long? What's up with Jack?' Mark was still concerned about Jack, even though Jack said he was fine. 'Maybe I'm just overly concerned about him 'cause he's my friend. Yeah, that's it.' Mark reasoned. He started to pack for PAX, as he is the world's biggest procrastinator, and he knows that if he didn't get packed and ready to go tonight, he wouldn't until it was time for PAX. After getting packed, Mark checks his computer.'Hm... Jack is still on. maybe I'll call him.' So he did.
Jack's POV:
He sits there for about fifteen minutes after the call ended, calling Mark's face back to the front of his mind, then gets to packing.'I wonder if Mark likes me? Wait... WHAT am I THINKING? Mark is a friend, nothing more. Besides, I'm straight, aren't I?' Jack shakes his head and finishes packing. Then he gets a call from Mark.
"Hey Jackaboy! I didn't know you would still be up and on Skype, so I decided to call you!"
"Hey Merk. Yeah, I'm still up, just finished packing, actually. And you?"
"I finished about five minutes ago, and saw you were still on."
"Oh, Yeah, I tend to stay on after, in case someone forgot to tell me something." Jack lied, trying to hide the fact that he typically sat there, thinking about Mark.
"Okay. Good night then! I'll see YOU at PAX." Mark saud, using his outro voice.
"WAIT MERK!"
"Yes Jack? What is it?"
"I... need to tell you something."
"I'm listening."
"I... really... why the fook is this so herd?"
"Why is what so hard?"
"T-That's what she said!" Jack exclaimed through laughter.
"Okay... so what... was it... you...wanted...to tell... me?" Mark asked through fits of laughter, holding his stomach from laughing so hard.
"Oh...my...God... I...can't...even...talk correctly...right now...HELP!" Jack screamed through laughter, his stomach hurting because of it as well, and his headphones fell off because his body was jerking so hard.
"Jack? Are ya okay?" Mark noticed his headphones had fallen off, and since Mark couldn't hear Jack, Mark thought he was crying from pain."JACKAREYOUOKAYORNOT? ANSWERMEDAMMIT! JACK PICK UP YOUR HEADPHONES AND TURN ON YOUR MIKE SO I CAN HEAR YOU ARE YOU OKAY?"
Jack heard this, and still laughing, put his headphones and mike back on, relief washing across Mark's face.
"JACK WHAT THE FUCKIN HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU WHY DID YOU SCARE ME LIKE THAT?!"
"I'm SORRY Merk! It was just fookin funny as hell! *mumbles* he cares that much?*speaking* I'm fine Merk. I'm good, just*bursts into a fit of laughter* yer so damn funny Merk!"
"I didn't catch that one part, you mumbled, wanna repeat that?"
"No, I'll just tell you at PAX!"
They stayed up till around 3:30 AM and then Mark ended the call, after many hours of laughter.
~~~~~~~AT PAX BECAUSE IM LAZY~~~~~~~
Mark's POV:
He searches the crowds at the PAX airport for that shock of electric green hair that is Jack, and finally spotting him, sprints over and tackles him with a hug, this being the first time they have met in real life.
"Easy there Merk, I have breakable luggage!" Jack screams as he goes down.
"Sorry Jack! I'm just so excited that we're here, that you're here!" Mark hops up and grabs the things that look breakable from the ground, checking each one.
"Merk, don't look at that one! That's a gift for someone special!" Jack swipes it away.
'Wonder what's in that square package... oh well'
"Okay! Chill man! Just tryin to help!"
Jack takes a deep breath.
'It's okay, it's okay! Chill, don't make him suspicious!'
"Sorry Merk, I just don't want anyone to see that one! Oh, I forgot to mention, our rooms are right next to each other! And they have a door between them! You know what that means Merk?"
"SEPTIPLIER CONFIRMED!" half of the people in the airport stop talking and look at Mark quizically.
"Sorry everyone, please continue with yer day! My friend here is just overly enthusiastic!"
Everyone continues talking, but all of the fangirls and shippers run over.
"Is it true? Is Septiplier real?" asks an innocent looking girl with strawberry blonde hair.
"No, sorry, we were just messin around 'cause our rooms are next to each other." explains Mark.
Jack kneels and starts to tell a story, as everyone else looks a bit dissappointed. Afterwards, Jack and Mark go to their rooms, and unlock the door between them.
"Peek-a-boo Markimoo!"
Both burst into laughter.
Here's a cliffhanger for ya, gotta keep y'all interested or ya might leave! See ya later!