(Mark's P.O.V.)

*2 Years later*

It's been two years since Jack and I had our little reunion. We did as we said, and we recorded a video together. Everyone loved it. So we continued. And continued. And now we're the best of friends despite everything. I've introduced him to all of my friends and he loves them too. And our channels are going great. I'm at eighteen-million, he's at seventeen-million, and our channels are just growing and growing.

It's been some of the best two years of my life. It definitely beats the two years I spent chasing him, and I think it really makes up for it too. Jack and I haven't really talked about what happened, and none of our friends nor our subscribers know about our past. Despite what Jack said he'd do, he never moved back to Ireland either.

He's still in LA, and said he has no intention of moving. He has new friends here, and getting to conventions are easier. He said it is nice though not having restrictions anymore, being able to go and see friends outside of the US. Like Felix for example, who lives in London. Anyways, we're just now finishing up a video with Bob and Wade and it's been a lot of fun.

"I will see you in the next video. Buh bye!" I do my outro quickly, before finishing my recording. Jack sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Man... That was a mess." He laughs, the rest of us agreeing quickly. Wade shrugs.

"Well, at least we got it done. And it was a lot of fun." He says. I nod, and go to speak but Bob beats me.

"Yeah. Even though it got a little... Different, at the end. It was still fun." He says. I nod. We were playing GMod prop-hunt and the video took an unexpected turn when we kept making many, many Septiplier jokes and Jack and I kept making references from eight years go, ones only we know. So yeah. It got a little weird.

"Yeah. Why did you two keep laughing so much?" Wade asks then, nodding towards his camera. I immediately know he's talking about Jack and I. I stutter quietly, but Jack's got my back.

"Inside joke." He shrugs. Wade nods slowly, and doesn't seem to believe him, but doesn't question further. Bob, does question further.

"Okay. What about all the Septiplier jokes? I mean, we make them all the time but that was a little excessive." He chuckles. Okay that I also don't have an answer for, cause I don't know. Jack just shrugs and I follow suit.

"I don't know. Just how it played out I guess." I answer the best I can, and that doesn't seem to satisfy Bob either. But, just like Wade, he doesn't push it. Instead we continue talking and joking until both Bob and Wade complain that they have to go do other things. Jack and I say a quick goodbye to them, and then it's only the two of us.

Jack chuckles. "We made so many references there..." He groans, putting his head in his hands. I laugh, nodding.

"Not necessarily on purpose. For me at least. I just started saying stuff." I say. He nods.

"I figured as much."

"What? Are you saying that's normal for me?"

"Oh yes."

We both laugh at this, just enjoying the talking and the joking. And then it goes silent. Neither of us have anything we want to say anymore. I rack my brain, trying to find some conversation starter. And at first I can't think of anything. But then a question comes to mind.

"Hey... Why did we make so many Septiplier jokes? I mean, I just followed along with you and so I don't really know the reasoning." I say, shrugging. Jack bites his lip and shakes his head a bit.

"I don't really know. I guess I just wanted to do a video like that." He says, looking down. I nod, not questioning further though I'm positive that isn't the entire answer. He's holding back, but I'm not gonna ask. I don't need to ask. Plus, he's probably tired of being asked questions for a lifetime. And I completely respect and understand that.

"Alright. Then I should go." I say, smiling. I go to say goodbye but Jack sighs, closing his eyes.

"Wait." He says simply. I do. I don't speak, I just watch the camera. I watch him. He bites his lip exhaling sharply. And then he opens his eyes and looks at me through the camera. And I swear if we were talking in person he'd be staring straight into my eyes. It's obvious something's nagging at him, I just don't know what.

"What is it?" I ask quietly. I notice that he's playing with his hands, a sign of nervousness and/or lying. But I highly doubt he's gonna lie to me. He just looks so nervous... Why?

"I need to tell you something important Mark." He says. I tilt my head to the side, giving him all my attention. He sighs, looking to the side. "Damn it. Why can't I do this?"

"Do what?" By now I'm more confused then anything. What is he trying to say that's got him this worked up? He looks back at me and starts speaking.

"Ten years ago we met face to face for the first time. I was eighteen, you were nineteen. You were still in the academy, I was just in the drug business. You were going somewhere, and you saw me on the streets selling to some girl. I finished the deal, saw you, and ran. You chased me. You failed to catch me. But that didn't stop you. You kept chasing me, and chasing me. For two years."...

..."You knew so much about me, I knew so little about you. All I knew was that the police were after me and I had to be way more careful. Eight years ago when you arrested me was the first time I saw your face. And damn, you were not what I was expecting." We both chuckle at this. It makes me wonder though, why he's telling me all this. He continues.

"You went all scary cop, I decided to mess with you a bit. Then you got me, you arrested me. Afterwards I went to court, I was determined guilty. But the entire time I was there in court I didn't see you. Not in person anyways. The chief of your division was there, and he showed your picture and said how you were the one who caught me and the one person, the only person who was chasing me. For two years."...

..."And I wondered. "Why is it that the person who chased me for two years isn't here to see me put behind bars?" I never did get my answer. But it didn't matter. I kept thinking about you. I thought about how you did this, and how I wanted to get revenge on you. For five years I thought that way. For five years I hated you with all of my being."...

..."I got out. And that day I decided that I wasn't going to hate you. I wasn't going to hate me. I wasn't going to hate my clients. Instead I was going to put it in the past. All of it. But there was a promise I made that day too. I promised that if I saw you again I'd try to become your friend."

Now this shocked me. He wanted to become my friend? He wanted to get to know me? Huh. He continues even more.

"When you Skyped me two years ago I was shocked. So shocked I didn't know what to make of it. And then I remembered my promise and I decided to get to know you. I had no clue if I'd regret it later or not but I did. It turned out to be one of the best decisions I've ever made."

"Why?" I ask. I don't know why becoming my friend would be one of the best decisions he's ever made. He blushes a bit but still stares into my eyes.

"Because I really care about you Mark. And I admire you. You're funny, you're nice, you're determined and just... Perfect. I'm the complete opposite, or I used to be. And you helped me, you still do." Is this going where I think it's going? "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I love you Mark."

It is. He said it. Those three words. To me. Why? I mean, I thought it was amazing he became my friend, but now... He's saying he loves me? I arrested him, I put him in jail for five years. How could he love me? But more importantly... How can I love him too? Cause as soon as I hear those words I realize my two prime emotions... Are relief and happiness.

"I... Love you too. All of you. Maybe not your actions eight years ago, but even then I think I was at least somewhat attracted to you." I chuckle. He chuckles too, and his smile widens. He glances at his watch real quick and his smile widens.

"Hey. Do you want to go get dinner together? It's six o'clock." He says. I nod slowly.

"I'd love too." And with that we plan the dinner and then hang up, quickly meeting at the restaurant. And there, he surprises me. He surprises me with a quick and simple kiss on the cheek which I happily repay with a kiss on the lips.

The End

A/N: And there you go, the end. I'm proud of these three parts. I think it was cute. I think I'm more proud of the fact that this part is just a little below 1,600 words. I mean, wow. Who knew I was capable of that? Not me. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and all that stuff. Bye! (BTW, the reason this is so rushed is because it's late and I'm tired. <3 Love you all)