(Mark's P.O.V.)

I gasp quietly as I'm shoved against a locker, harder then I have been in a while. Jack and his crew walk away, but he turns. He holds his arms out. 

"Welcome back fag!" He yells at me in his normal Irish accent (that is honestly kind of adorable if I heard it for any other use besides insults being thrown at me). I groan, closing my eyes and banging my head against the locker. This school year is going to suck. I walk back into the hall, walking down to my locker. I open it, throwing my unneeded stuff in and grabbing my needed supplies. While grabbing my books Jack's friend Ken walks by, knocking all of my books out of my hands. He walks away laughing. I just sigh, bending down to pick up my math, science and english text books, along with other random things here and there. 

"Hey Mark." I turn at the familiar Swedish accent. I smile a bit. 

"Hey there Felix." I say. He bends down, helping me with my stuff. His blonde hair falls in his eyes, but he doesn't really care. 

"It looks like you're already having a great year." He says. I chuckle. 

"Oh yeah. Just perfect." I say, nodding. He looks at me. 

"You already meet the lockers this year?" He asks. I nod more. 

"Nice new coat of paint. And reinforced metal." I say, rubbing my shoulder a bit. He winces. 

"I'm sorry." He says. I shrug. 

"You aren't the only gay student in school." I say, standing up. Felix stands as well and hands me my things. I nod as a thanks. 

"Hey, you don't know you're the only one. You're just the only one brave enough to come out." He says, mostly as a compliment. Though Felix isn't gay, he hates talking to girls, he's so shy. He always says how much he admires me for my courage, my bravery, even though it's cost me a lot. 

"Doesn't really make a difference." I shrug. Felix nods a bit. 

"I guess so." He says quietly. We just stand there, staring at the ground. We're friends, but I've never been to close to Felix. He's just the only person here who'll talk to me, and actually talk to me not just spitting insults.

 "We should head to class." I say. He nods in agreement. 

"Yeah. I'll see you at lunch dude." He says and walks away. I walk to my own class, walking in the door just as the bell rings.

"Mr. Fischbach! Take a seat!" The teacher yells at me. I sigh.

"Yes ma'am." I say, heading towards my desk. And so my hell like school day begins.

***

School is over, thank fricken god. I walk in the door of the apartment I share with my brother, walking to my room and collapsing on the bed, throwing my backpack on the ground. 

"Ugh!" I say, closing my eyes for a second. Tom isn't home yet, won't be for a little while. The seconds of peace only last a second though because soon my phone dings. I open my eyes, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. What? I turn and pick it up off the nightstand. I look at the glowing screen. I got a Kik message? From who? I unlock my phone, going to the Kik app and opening it up. I go to my notifications and I look at the new message.

BooperDooper: Hey!

I frown. BooperDooper? I have no clue who that is. I don't even have any ideas as to who it could be. I already have Felix's Kik, PewDiePie, and no one else likes nor talks to me so I'm out of ideas I never had in the first place.

Markiplier: Hi, random stranger who I don't know. Tell me, who are you and how did you get my Kik?

That may have come off a little rude, but I don't necessarily care. This person must've just randomly typed in a name and saw my profile.

BooperDooper: It doesn't matter who I am, and someone at school told me your Kik.

My eyes widen. School? This person goes to school with me?

Markiplier: School?

BooperDooper: Rydell High School. Go tigers! I see you pretty much everyday.

Markiplier: Well that's not creepy at all.

BooperDooper: Haha! Sorry. What I meant was, I see you in the halls but I'm to scared to talk to you.

Oh. So this is probably a girl then. I know a lot of girls who (in some magical way) haven't found out I'm gay yet and are scared to talk to me. One of the ones that overcame this fear told me it was because I look really cute and innocent and intimidating all at the same time and they didn't want to scare me away, nor me scare them away.

Markiplier: Oh okay. I know a lot of girls who are scared to talk to me... For some reason...

Her response is immediate.

BooperDooper: Except that's the thing...

BooperDooper: I'm not a girl.

He. It's a he. Okay... A little weird... Why is he talking to me then? Surely he isn't scared of me for the same reason as the girls.

Markipler: Oh.

BooperDooper: Yeah, I'm just kind of shy. I don't have any real friends because of it...

I frown. I know how that feels, I know how that feels very very well. Well, not the shy part. I know how the no friends thing feels. I don't want this guy to be alone. I smile.

Markiplier: Well I'll happily be your friend. We can get to know each other better!

BooperDooper: Awesome! I can't wait to get to know you better Mark!

I hesitate in my response.

Markiplier:... Um... Did you just guess my name or...

BooperDooper: Nope! I've heard people say it! Mr. Mark! One of the most popular unpopular guys in school.

I roll my eyes, smiling. I type quickly.

Markiplier: Gee thanks.

BooperDooper: Sorry.

BooperDooper: So, what should we start with when it comes to learning about each other?

Markiplier: How about who you are?

BooperDooper: In due time. You'll learn who I am eventually but for now I'd like to keep it a secret.

Markiplier: Damn. Ugh. Okay, fine, whatever.

We continue talking, chatting, getting to know each other through Kik until one of us decides to go. I throw my phone on the bed, laying back and closing my eyes, still smiling. I have a new friend, an actual friend. Sure I have no clue who the hell Booper is, but he seems really nice and cool and just... A great friend. 

"I'm home!" I hear from the living room. Tom. My smile grows and I stand, heading out of my room with the previous conversation still in mind.