°~{Little Do You Know}~° A SepticPlier Fanfic

Chapter Three

'Where have the times gone? Baby, its all wrong, where are the plans we made for two - Payphone by Maroon 5/Alex Groot cover'

[Mark]

I hugged what I thought was my pillow. Big mistake, for it wasn't a pillow. "M-Mark?" A shaky, familiar Irish accent asked. I groaned, sitting up and stared at him. Our faces inches apart, our cheeks red. We both leaned in and his hat bumped my forehead, ruining the moment. "Jack?"

"Yes?"

"Your hat is fucking annoying" I grumbled.

"Good, then its stayin' on" He said, smirking. I smirked back and tackled him. We both laughed.

"Inhale my dong! Enragement child!"
"I fucking hate you, Mark!"

"Don't lie, Jackaboy. You know ya' want me"

He blushed, looking away. "So what if I do?" He asked under his breath. I blushed fifty shades of red, my eyes slightly widened. "U-Uh, Shit, sorry" He apologised, "Its fine, All the girls do" I said jokingly. "Mark?"

"Yes?"

"Did you just fucking call me a woman?"

"No, I called you a girl. But I guess its the same thing"

"Arse" He muttered, playfully punching me.

[Jack]

I giggled quietly , suddenly feeling all giddy and energetic. I couldn't help it, Mark made be feel....happy and loved. My face turned a dark red at what he said next,

"Hey now Jackaboy! Don't punch Markimoo....Your too adorable to be violent" Mark smirked. "Smartass" I mumbled, "You love me~" He sang, "I'm pretty sure I've already proven that I do, but if not," I took off my hat and leaned closer to Marks face, leaving a small gap between us. "I'll prove it" I whispered, closing the gap between us.