Posts by //Alastor\\

{it's fine! I love when people write so much ^w^}

The day had come upon the poor Irish teen quite quickly. He didn't want to get up, but he knew he had to sometime sooner or later. He groaned and shifted up on his bed. Lightly rubbing his face, trying to wipe away the sleepiness that was still threatening to have him close his eyes. To which it didn't really help all that much. He just stood and shuffled his way to the bathroom.

After stepping inside, he took a small shower. Not wanting to seem dirty or anything. He enjoyed feeling clean each day. And hoped that others appreciated how clean he was. He carded his fingers through his bright green hair. Making sure that it was neat and flattened down. Once everything was done, he set out to the kitchen. "Mornin' Ma'!" Jack had greeted. Settling down at the table, awaiting breakfast to be served. The smell of the meal was certainly making him hungry. His mother served up some delicious cinnamon French toast, and a few other delicious things. Once the breakfast was finally handed to him, the teen scarfed it down hungrily.

When the breakfast was finished, he rushed to brush his teeth and pack up his bag. Once everything was good to go, he shot up and raced out the door. "Love ye' Ma'," he called. Shooting over to the bus that was pulling up close to his driveway. Clambering on, he found a seat and settled. Awaiting the bus to arrive at the school.
After an hour, the bus finally pulled into the lot where the students get off. He climbed off the bus and instantly rushed into school. Eager to just grab his stuff and head straight to class. He enjoyed his first hour, which was band. He loved playing the drums for the band. And they indeed enjoyed having his skill. The Irishman grabbed his needed things, before quickly rushing to where the band room was.

After a while of working on his part. He looked down at his arm, and nearly panicked. There seemed to be ink forming on his arm. How is this even getting on his arm? He didn't have any ink. He didn't carry any markers. Jack made a face, before suddenly realizing the rumors that have been going around school. The rumors were about soulmates, and if you wrote on your arm... Your soulmate would see it on their own skin. He looked down at his arm, reading over the writing. Seeing that they were not any notes he was familiar with. But there were formulas and other things, so he had to guess it was some type of algebra or geometry class. It might be trigonometry, but he wasn't too sure.

Jack swallowed around the forming lump in his throat. There had to be someone who was righting on him without him noticing. Then again, there was no one around to do that. Everyone else was busy on playing their part. So something was wrong, or he indeed had a soulmate. But who was it? Did they go to this school? Would he ever meet them? He's dated people before. And so he was sure that if his soulmate wasn't around. He could always go on with his life and date someone else. Then again, how was he going to live with all of these markings and such on his arm?

Shifting around on his seat, Jack looked around for a marker. And once he had found one, he pressed it into his skin. He started to write below the numbers and equations. And he asked the question why are you writing so much crap on your arm? if this guy was indeed his soulmate. He would have to either get this poor sod some pencils, or even some more paper. Since the guy had to resort to writing on his own arm. His spine quivered at the thought of actually having a significant other. Was it a female? Were they pretty? He was just bombarded with questions that couldn't be answered. And so the Irishman diligently waited for a reply.

{based on this fanfic right here ---> http://archiveofourown.org/works/5975476}
-I will possibly find more plots, or if you have any, I'd be to hear them! And please have watched Marble Hornets. I would hate to have to do something from the series and have it all mixed up because of you not watching it-

The day seemed to inch by, he thought it would have gone by fairly quickly. But he realized that when you need to wait for something, the day went by fairly slow. And it would seem like weeks until the moment finally came. Jay moved back in the seat, body shifting around. While his gaze fixed out the window. Watching as the leaves flew by. Awaiting any car that would drive into the parking lot.
He perked up as soon as a car pulled up. He hickory stood up from a chair he was settled in. The lanky male skidded out of the building and went to greet the person who had just pulled up. He lightly faltered as soon as he spotted the male that stepped out of the car. The man was indeed handsome, his hair was a deep blackish-brown. While his eyes were a striking chocolate color. He had to say, everything about this man was flattering. He swallowed thickly and placed his hands into his pockets. "Hey there! I'm sure you're one of the actors. It's nice to meet you, I'm the script supervisor. My names Jay," he greeted. Not wanting to seem all shy and flustered around the other. He didn't want to make himself seem awkward, especially since he just met this man. Oh god, now he was indeed fighting with his hormonal self. He didn't even know if this guy was into any other men! Sheesh, get yourself together. You're fine, you will be okay, you will survive.
His gaze moved to the side as a few more cars pulled in. Another actor, he assumed. While he took note that the other car was indeed Alex's own. "Hey! You said you would be here at around 11:00 for us to get things ready," he chided. Alex just gave a shocked expression. "Did I say that? I'm terribly sorry. I meant about 11:30. I was busy," he said. Driving to park the car. Jay just rolled his eyes and huffed, moving to run a hand over his back.

Ah, so this was Tim. He had heard Alex making a few statements with his name in it. Saying that Brian had come to the audition, and the guy was there with him. So they got him to audition and he got in. He was indeed glad that he got in, because this guy was handsome and flattering. Though he didn't show it, that old be weird. "A bit odd, but I guess Alex saw potential and offered me the job of supervising the script," he hummed. It was just a student film, so hopefully it wouldn't be all too hard to get this film up and rolling. Unless this one goes to hell, just like all the other ones that students have tried doing.
Jay looked to the side as he watched Brian step out of the car. Or at least who he assumed was the guy anyways. When he stepped over, the guy greeted Tim heartily. Before moving to talk to him. He was snapped out of thought when his shoulder was nudged. "Hey, Jay. Come on, I need your help in setting up some things before we get started," he murmured. To which the short, lanky male just snorted in reply. "Fine, yeah... Though I wish you would have came earlier. Would have been better if we could get things done early," he said. Following after Alex into the building to help him grab a few things.
Brian had watched the two enter the building. And knew pretty well that they just needed to sit back and pass the time. "So, I see you're intrigued by the script supervisor. I mean, he ain't bad looking. Has a pretty cute body," he nudged his friend lightly. A playful grin plastered on his face. He had been noticing the way his friend was looking at Jay. He was surprised that Tim was interested in someone like him. But hey, you fall in love at odd times. Especially with people you never even plan on falling in love with. So he was wanting to help his friend and tease him about it all at the same time.

Jack had awaited an answer. And he seriously hoped that whoever it was that was writing down these equations would stop and actually talk to him. He blinked as an answer was coming through. He managed to give a soft smile as warmth and amusement flooded through him. So it was someone, but who was it? He may never find out.

He awaited till the ink seeped through completely. because people are assholes who don't share. He rolled his lightly colored eyes. Oh how he wished he could send photos. He moved to find a empty spot on the others arm. It seemed that their discussion could only be short. There was only a limited amount of space on a human body. that is true, isn't there one on the floor or can you borrow one from a teacher? I'm going to end up looking like a total mess. Besides, there's no use talking now, there's not enough room. he made sure to write small and close together. Though he still had it be literate.

Excitement was coursing through him. He was eager to find out who this person was. Being his soulmate, he bit his lip as he brought his eyes up to check the time. And noticed that it was indeed almost time to go. He basically placed the marker down, and waited for the bell to sound through the school. He bit his lip, grabbing at the marker once more. He moved to his other arm. Hoping the other could see things there too. [/i]Im not even sure if you are even in the same school as I am. Though I'd be interested in meeting you if we somehow are[/i] he wrote. By the end of it, his hand was shaking.

The sudden exhilaration he was feeling was just unbearable. He wanted to know who this person was. Was she pretty? Was she cute? Was she like him? What if it was a he? That can't be right. He was so confused, he couldn't even think straight. Jack scrambled out of his seat as soon as the bell rang out. And he instantly bolted to his next class. Wondering if he should wash off his arms. But would that wash of their conversation for both? Or just for him? He wasn't sure. So he just decided to leave the ink on his arm. And basically just hoped for the best.

After finally traveling to his next class, he settled down and searched for a reply. Hoping he got the name of the person and the school. The Irishman was surprised that he himself had a soulmate. Not everyone was lucky, since their soulmate might have died at birth or early age. But here he was, speaking to his soulmate. Some people might also not be able to even meet their soulmate! He hoped he was lucky and was able to meet his own.

Brian just replied with a chuckle. "Hey now, come on. I'm surprised Jay himself isn't seeing how awkward you're acting around him," he lightly nudged his friend once more. Trying to keep up the mood, even though he was teasing about it. "Besides, I don't think Jay likes women. So you got a chance there, I've never seen him flirt with any women. Or even partake in any date. So the guys still fresh. Unless Alex had already gotten to him first. I heard the guy had a thing for him," he murmured. He wanted to get into the others nerves. Urge him to fight for what he thinks might be his. He was almost certain Alex is still having a crush on Jay also. But hasn't really made a move on him. If they were together, then there would be a lot of touching and kissing. Alex was just that type of person.
He just smirked and brushed past Tim. "Come on, I hear Alex calling for us. I assume he wants us to help carry a few things," he said. Moving into the building to help carry a few things. He knew Tim might be wondering if Jay was a total jerk. But that wasn't something that could be depended on. Jay was a bit oblivious at times, but he was still sweet and kind. Guess his friend had to learn that and deal with the fact that he has a crush on him. He grabbed a few things, and tugged them out into the parking lot.
Jay huffed as he helped tug the last thing out. "Damn, I really wish we could have done this earlier Alex. We wasted so much time," he panted. Leaning against one of the things. Watching as the glasses wearing male shook his head in disagreement. "We only waisted about ten minutes. We're still good on time," he said. Placing up the cameras. While he allowed the actors to skim over the script. "Oh! I'm also holding a small bonfire over here in the pit. And was wondering if you guys wanted to stick around for a bit. Jay brought a few things to make s'mores. And I have some things for hotdogs if you guys are interested," Alex finally spoke up. Making sure all of the cameras were in check. And by all of them he only meant two. There wasn't many, but it sure was a pain to carry.

"Of course I'm surprised! Who wouldn't be?" He shot back. Still pleased that he was slowly getting on his friends nerves. "Like I said, I don't even know if Alex got to him. I don't think he has. Since I heard Alex was quite the touchy and needy boyfriend," he hummed in reply. Moving to nudge the other back as they walked. "Of course I do, I'm that good," he said. And after everything was set. He settled back and watched the others talk about things. While he also looked over the script.
Jay glanced over to Tim, who had looked over to him. He just gave a light smile and winked. Hoping he would do a good job, along with Brian. But he was more focused on Tim. He shuffled up and stretched out his back. "I'm going to go get the fire started. You guys can work on a few parts," he said. Turning toward the bonfire pit. He scuffed over there and instantly worked on the fire.
After what seemed to be a few hours, Jay glanced up from his work. And noticed the sun was starting to set. How long had they been out? It was also starting to get pretty chilly. He got the fire going, and instantly called the others over. Not wanting to have them miss it. Because he was almost certain that it would fade away. If this doesn't help. They could head into the building and microwave things. He leaned a bit toward the microwave, but he wanted the others to have fun. And h would hate to just stomp all over their fun. He watched as Tim strolled over. While Alex was left behind to talk to Brian. Jay smiled cheerfully and shifted around. "So, long day. Wasn't it?" He questioned. Chuckling as he sat down on a log, patting the space beside him for the other to settle down.

Jay smiled in agreement. Stretching out his limbs. With were falling asleep on him. Or even where asleep on him already. Because he had been seated for a while. He hater that he decided to start the fire up. But it would only take more time if he stuck around for the little bit of filming that the others did. So he guessed that he helped save some time. He glanced over to Tim, finding his stomach becoming all fuzzy and his mind growing dizzy at how close he was to the other. He couldn't help it, this guy just drove him to the brink of insanity. He moved back a bit as he sighed in content. "Yeah, no kidding. Though I can't wait till it's all over. I'm surprised Alex wasn't here on time to help me get things set up," he said. Shaking his head, while he lightly clicked his tongue. He moved a hand up to lift up his hat, while he ran a hand through his hair. Before he moved his hat back down onto his head. Shuffling back into his jacket. He hated the bitter breeze he was feeling.
"I don't know how much longer this fire is going to keep up. We might have to head inside and use a microwave or something," he said. Soon glancing towards the fire. Which was blowing with the wind. It seemed to be dying down, and he hated the fact that he didn't do a good job with lighting it. "So, I noticed that you keep eyeballing me. Something wrong?" He finally asked. He was curious, he had to know. He had to find out if Tim just thought there was something wrong with him, or something about him was intriguing. He hoped Tim felt the same way he did. He would feel absolutely terrible if not.

Jay found himself blushing at the others blush. Because he seriously found it cute. Damn it, he hated how head over heels he was for this man. He just got to meet him today! And they both were already in love with one another. He hoped this wouldn't be like a Romeo and Juliet tragedy. His gaze moved over to Tim once more. And he shifted a bit, trying to warm himself up and out of nervousness. "Hey, I can tell you like me. Your blush is obvious," he murmured. Leaning in close. His body tensed and quivered at the closeness. Until he felt a hand press against his cheek and move him away. Watching as Brian clambered in between them. "So, how's it going over here? Alex is on his way. He decided that we might as well head inside. Since he saw how small the fire was, and he knew well that it wouldn't last. At least it'll be warm in there!" He said.
Jay shifted around and found his cheeks heating awkwardly. Before he moved to kick out the fire. "I'll see you guys in the building. Make sure not to catch a cold," he said. Rushing inside to help Alex set up the meal. A dark blush still plastered on his face. Surprised that he made such an advancement. He wouldn't be surprised if either one or them decided to pin the other against a wall. His shoulders quivered, half dazed over the thoughts. Brian grinned cheekily as he leaned back. "See? He likes you! Didn't you see the way he was advancing towards you?" He said. Nudging his friends shoulder.

"Dude, how could I not know? He was basically pulling off your clothing with his eyes. And he was blushing and fidgeting. How could you not notice such a thing? And I already knew you had a thing for him. So I guess everything is good now," he said. A broad smile plastered on his face. Watching as his friend stood up. "Yeah, I would hate to catch a cold at a time like this," he agreed. Rushing inside the building. Where it was warmer. Alex was standing in the main room. Where he was making the hot dogs. "Hey there, I'm glad you finally came inside. Jay's in the back working on putting a few things back if any of you need to talk to him," he said. Glancing up from his work.
Jay shifted around as he worked on placing a few of his cameras away. He didn't really need any of them today. He looked over his favorite one. The thing was old, and he knew that for a fact. But he just loved it to bits. Alex always told him to get rid of it and buy a new one. Though he didn't think he could ever bring himself to do such a thing. The lanky male perked up when he heard scuffling. He glanced back and found a blush enveloping his cheeks. Noticing that it was Tim. And he was glad his dark blush was hidden in the dark. "Oh, hey! I'm glad to see you got out of the cold. Is Alex doing everything alright? I'm worried he's going to burn the house down," he chuckled softly in amusement. Reaching a hand up to run it over the back of his neck.

Ah, so this was Tim. He had heard Alex making a few statements with his name in it. Saying that Brian had come to the audition, and the guy was there with him. So they got him to audition and he got in. He was indeed glad that he got in, because this guy was handsome and flattering. Though he didn't show it, that old be weird. "A bit odd, but I guess Alex saw potential and offered me the job of supervising the script," he hummed. It was just a student film, so hopefully it wouldn't be all too hard to get this film up and rolling. Unless this one goes to hell, just like all the other ones that students have tried doing.
Jay looked to the side as he watched Brian step out of the car. Or at least who he assumed was the guy anyways. When he stepped over, the guy greeted Tim heartily. Before moving to talk to him. He was snapped out of thought when his shoulder was nudged. "Hey, Jay. Come on, I need your help in setting up some things before we get started," he murmured. To which the short, lanky male just snorted in reply. "Fine, yeah... Though I wish you would have came earlier. Would have been better if we could get things done early," he said. Following after Alex into the building to help him grab a few things.
Brian had watched the two enter the building. And knew pretty well that they just needed to sit back and pass the time. "So, I see you're intrigued by the script supervisor. I mean, he ain't bad looking. Has a pretty cute figure," he nudged his friend lightly. A playful grin plastered on his face. He had been noticing the way his friend was looking at Jay. He was surprised that Tim was interested in someone like him. But hey, you fall in love at odd times. Especially with people you never even plan on falling in love with. So he was wanting to help his friend and tease him about it all at the same time. He knew well that Tim wasn't showing it. But he could most certainly feel it. He's been friends with this guy for so long, he should know how the other felt and what his emotions were.

Brian chuckled as he shifted back on his heels. "How could you hate little old me. Where would you be without my presence around?" He questioned. Deciding to lift an arm up to ruffle his friends hair. "He is friendly, I've gotten to know him. I met him when I was meeting up with Alex. Jay was there working on the script," he hummed. Moving his hands to shove them into his pockets. "He looked as if to be surprised by you Tim. So I'm sure my little tiger has a chance," he grinned. Brushing past his friend, he walked toward the building. Hoping to help with the things that needed to be carried out. He helped carry out a few, huffing as he moved back. "Now, I suggest you look over the scripts. I'll be turning on the cameras, so you don't have very much time," he said.
Jay shifted around and smiled awkwardly. "when you guys are done, Alex and I brought a few things to heat up and eat. We're not sure wether to do a bonfire or just heat them up inside," he said. Though Alex instantly chimed in about the two Ideas. "We should move inside to eat, so if you will. I suggest you make them inside and get them ready," Jay just nodded and moved to step inside. He wasn't needed at the moment. So he assumed he could waist his time by making a few hot dogs. He brought things for dessert. Like s'mores and all that. The thought of this food was just making him absolutely hungry. He glanced out the window toward Tim. His face flushed and he looked away. He was still unsure about his sudden spark of interest for the other. Tim may like women, he never knew.

Jack wouldn't blame the other students for laughing at him. Who wouldn't laugh at someone who was staring at their own arm? He kept his eyes fixed on his arm. Awaiting the ink to finally show through. Excitement coursed through him as the other person was writing back. He bit his lip at the amount of text talk. But he basically knew how important it was. Since they were running out of space. And he really didn't want to stop talking to this person.

He nodded lightly as he read the first line of writing. That was true, teachers here did deduct points if you borrow their things. He completely forgot about that. He felt his stomach tighten as soon as the other asked for his name. He moved to grab a marker from his bag. And instantly scribbled down one of the last and final things he was going to write. Sean McLoughlin... But I go by Jack, he felt his eyes burn. Wondering if the person he was paired with even liked him. Whether it be female or male. Hell, he's surprised he's even got a soulmate!

He shifted down in his chair. Praying that the other knew of him. That would just certainly make his day. Then they could meet up and actually talk. Or if they talked before and they just didn't know. Oh, how it excited him. He just settled back and noticed a few people eyeing him crossly. Must be odd to see someone so pale with tons of black marker scribbled on their arm. He just scoffed and settled back. Wondering if the other was going to give him his name.

There were a lot of things he was wondering at the moment. His mind wasn't fixed on the teacher, his mind was fixed on this person. What were they like? Were they cute? Handsome? But what if it was a male? Are they straight and just realized their soulmate was another male? His shoulders lightly quivered. Though he held back any noise of distress. Not wanting to alarm others or anything. meet me in the band room at after school hours. And hope for the best that we are in the same school he finally scribbled down. That was going to be his last thing. He had to know, he couldn't help himself. Or if he found his soulmate earlier, that would be absolutely fantastic. He soon fixed himself on the teaching. The time ticking by slowly, while every now and then he would glance at his arm. He nearly jumped as the bell rang out, but he knew it wasn't his bell. So he just let his head rest in his hands, huffing in annoyance.

Jack looked down as he noticed some of the ink slipping in. So his soulmate was a guy named Mark Fischbach? He pondered on the name. And knew well that this was a male. Why? What girl would have the name of Mark? He read it over a few times and sighed. Hoping that the person was definitely around here. And was in this school with him right now. Then again, now that he thought about it. He had heard that name before. Probably because of the overhead or maybe because of an award at the assemblies.

He let his head fall back a bit. Allowing the other to wash off the ink that was on his arm. And he was surprised. Because the words that Mark had wrote were slowly moving away. Interesting, that was really fascinating. So if he washed his arms, the writing he had would fade on the others arm. He waited until it was fully faded away. But he could see that the notes were still in his arm. He bit his lip and pressed the marker to his wrist. Trying to decide what to write.

are you disappointed? he finally wrote. Referring to him being a male instead of a female. He would hate to have the other just ditch him. That has happened in a few stories he has heard about. And so he tried to think of many things to say and pass the time. But now he was curious to learn a few things from his supposed special other.

I'm asking a few questions. You American? If you can guess where I'm from I'm sure you deserve a reward. And why not play a fun little game? He wanted to learn more from him, and was sure Mark was feeling the same way. If he could guess that he was Irish, then that would just amaze him. But then again, he would definitely learn that if they met up in the band room. He just clutched his hands together and prayed for the best. Hoping that they would meet.

Now he was happy he had came to America, because he probably wouldn't be able to even meet Mark if he was all the way in Ireland. They would probably have forgotten one another and just tried to live out their life without their destined other. Jack sat back eagerly awaiting his next reply. But knew that he couldn't get too eager, since Mark might be in class. And so that meant learning and paying attention. So he might not be able to talk to him for a while.

{please don't rush, I was busy getting ready for school. And I don't have the time. I usually try to reply before I have to head out. But other then that, I'm dead until around four}

Jay moved to place the camera down. Lightly leaning against the table he had been standing in front of. "That's good, I'm still worried that he's going to burn down the house while he's trying to cook. Though I'm glad Brian is with him for the time being. So then he probably won't do that," he mused. His eyes were fixed on Tim as he spoke. And he could tell that he was getting all flustered and awkward. He soon motioned the other to move beside him. "So... Uh... Do you really feel that way?" He finally asked. He had to know. Because he was worried that he just assumed Tim liked him. When the male didn't really. He just wanted to make sure before anything happened. He lightly pressed a bit closer to the other. But he did nothing more. He just sat and awaited the answer. Jay was surprised that someone as handsome as Tim had a crush on him. Since he personally thought he himself looked awful. His eyes were darkened from the lack of sleep. He never got any good sleep. He was thin from the lack of needed food. And there were so many other things that were wrong with him that he could name off. But yet he didn't do that. He just settled beside the male. Enjoying the warm that radiated off of him. Because it was most certainly cold. And all he wanted to do was curl up with the other and sleep. That sounded like absolute bliss.

Jack watched as the reply to his first question appeared. His heart and body warmed up in happiness. He indeed was shocked himself. Surprised that he was destined to be with a male. He had always assumed he was straight, since he had always dated women. But those relationships would never go well. She would either dump him for another, more attractive male. Or possibly even just leave him for nothing. Because all they wanted was straight up sex.

His mouth twisted in a frown, praying that Mark wasn't like that. He would love it if he was touchy, loving, possessive. He wanted to feel as if he meant something to someone. And he didn't really want all of it to be in bed. No matter how fun that sounded, he didn't think he could just have it always only be that.

Jack perked up when another message pushed through. He was pleased that his guess had been correct. He just basically nearly laughed when the American brought up a hint. He had a few good ones, but he didn't really know which one to choose. So he just decided to go with the one that would make the answer seem so vivid. where do potatoes come from?. He hoped the guy wasn't dumb and instantly knew where he was from. The Irishman wondered if Mark was even going to like being around someone who was Irish. Especially since he was obnoxious most of the time. But he couldn't help it. Since that's what made up himself.

Jack shifted up in his seat when he was called. And he just shuffled around and thought of answer. Before he spoke it. Everyone gave him a look, before resuming the lesson that was being taught. He just shifted back and let off a soft huff of relief. Just wanting this day to be done and over with. He just wanted to meet the guy in the band room. He wanted to see him, hear him, and maybe even get a slight touch. What was the guy like? He better not be taller, he would be upset. Was he handsome? Was he muscular? Frail? What was his hair like? Was it worth using as a pillow at night? He wasn't sure. That was why he was so stoked to find out if he actually was in his school.

The minutes seemed to be ticking by slowly. And before he knew it, he was up and out of that class. He rushed down to the bathroom. Deciding to wash off the marker that he wrote on his arm. But only the old ones, he kept the recent ones on there for the American to refer back to. He lightly and carefully dried off his arm. Before rushing off to lunch. He was absolutely starving, and just wanted to settle with friends and enjoy a filling meal. He kept the marker with him, in case he had to write anything. It was already halfway through the day for him. He seriously wished he could speed up time. He even had forgotten to check his arm. Because he was so hungry and because he was with friends. And so he hoped Mark would be okay with that.

Jack was on his way to his next class when he noticed the new message appear on his arm. He was pleased that Mark managed to guess correctly. He just lightly chuckled in amusement. Quickly gathering his things as he shuffled to his class. Quickly settling down in his seat, he grabbed a marker and instantly began to write an answer. He was sure the American would be eager to find out if he was right.

good boy! I was born and raised in Ireland. I'm sure you would hear it when you meet me. He decided to leave that there. He wanted to know more about Mark in person. Especially since he didn't feel as if not hearing his voice or anything was good enough.

The day seemed to tick by slowly. There was a movie they had to take notes on. About what would happen to the world if we went back into an ice age. It was pretty cool and desturbing. He just sat there with interest, sometimes looking towards the clock. Wanting the day to be over so he could possibly meet Mark. His body began to tense, and he began to fidget around when the last and final few minutes ticked down. Trying to focus on the movie. But found that was basically impossible.

He shifted around his lightly colored hoodie. Nearly jumping as he heard the final alarm sound out. A noise of relief exited his throat. And he just instantly gathered up his stuff and bolted to the locker he used. Cramming his things into his bag, he shuffled down to the band room. Deciding to settle at his drum set. He prayed that Mark was here, he prayed that he would see the man he was destined to be with. So he just sat and basically watched the door like a dig awaiting their master to come home.

He soon had looked down toward his drum set. He just decided to play the drums until he saw the person he was supposed to meet. Jack continued to lightly play the drums, practicing the his part. His eyes lifted up as he heard footsteps. And he caught sight of this man. Handsome features, his eyes were dark, and his hair was a crimson red and seemingly soft to the touch. He was broad shouldered and seemed to bear quite the muscle. Was this the guy he was supposed to be meeting up with?

Jack just shifted around, and made the decision to speak up and ask. "Are you Mark Fischbach?" Hoping that it actually was him. So he wouldn't have to feel embarrassed about making the wrong assumption. He's done that before, it isn't really all that fun.

Jay glanced back up toward Tim. Eyes instantly catching that light blush that dusted his cheeks. He still found it pretty cute, still shocked that someone was so head over heels for him. He was indeed flattered by the crush. He couldn't help but feel the same way about his love. He found his own cheeks heating up. And his blue eyes just drifted over to the side awkwardly. Though he just sat there and pulled himself together. And he lifted a hand up. Gently grabbing at Tim's jaw. Surprised to feel his strong jaw, and found his stomach fluttering from all the shock and wonder he was feeling. He soon just lightly pressed his lips against the others own. Before pulling back for a breath. His face was a light red color. Which was probably noticeable because of how pale he was. His mind was just trying to comprehend what he just did. And he decided to lean in for yet another kiss. Basically wanting more of the other.

But yet again, Brian had to be a total @ss and step back in. "Hey! There's no need to grind against one another now. Come on, Alex had dinner ready. It ain't much, but it looks pretty good," he said. Before stepping out of the room to return to Alex. Jay swallowed thickly and looked over to the other. "I guess he knows... Doesn't he?" He finally asked. Moving a hand back to lightly rub his neck. He was still surprised that they were walked on.

Jay just leaned up to press another kiss to his lip. Pulling away to walk over to the room that Brian and Alex were in. He shuffled over to the table where the food was laid out. While Brian just slipped over to the male. "So, you got anything good?" He teased playfully. Moving his shoulder to nudge it against his own. He knew that the two probably kissed. He didn't know if anything else went on, so he was indeed curious to know what had gone on. He was one of Tim's closest friends, so he had to know quite a few things.

Brian just chuckled lightly in amusement as he stayed settled beside his friend. "You're my friend, and I didn't want to have you two grinding on one another. It'd be awkward to find Alex stepping in on you two instead of me," he murmured. A small smirk rising up on his face. Lightly shoving the other back as he quickly made his way over to the table to grab some food. Since Jay and Alex had already gotten their own food. The two were settled beside one another and quietly chatting. He wondered what they were speaking about, until he heard script and a few other words. And assumed that they were discussing something about the student movie they were making. He just decided to sit down and eat his food. Glancing over to Tim every now and then. "So, did you enjoy the kiss?" He murmured lightly. He didn't want to set off poor Alex. But he may think that he and Tim were a thing, which may be something that was good. He didn't want the guy to get really pissed about his crush not liking him. And actually liking someone they only just met today. Brian thought it was a bit weird, though to him he was glad that his friend was finally finding love. And he has experienced love at first sight before. So he couldn't really blame the other for feeling the way he was feeling. He shifted back and ate a couple of chips. He was still awaiting an answer from him. Though he was already certain that the answer was going to be yes. Tim wasn't angry or anything. So he hopefully must have liked the kiss that Jay gave him.
Jay shifted around as he finally finished speaking with Alex. He also had finished his meal that was resting on his plate. It felt nice to finally eat something fulfilling for once. Since he usually never had big meals like these. His gaze drifted over to Tim. Before glancing towards his bag, which held the things for s'mores. He still wondered why Tim was so into him. He was sick looking, thin, and a lot of other things. But here Tim was, head over heels for him. But he wouldn't question it out loud. He didn't want Tim getting upset with him or anything for thinking such a thing. Jay began to pull out the items and place them onto the table. So when everyone was finished they could come and make a s'more.

{it's fine! I go through those moments every now and then during school. ^w^}

Jack could feel the others eyes raking over his skin. And could tell he was observing. Though, he didn't mind it at all. He was fascinated with the male standing before him. His skin was tanned and flawless. He could literally see his muscles flexing under his flannel. Damn, this guy was basically buffed and it was amazing. He wished he was like that, but no.

His hair was also something to note, it was a vibrant red. And it seriously matched with his looks. He was awaiting an answer, and when he got it. His chest tightened in panic. Did Mark not go to this school? He swore he heard the guy's name a few times. He looked to the side and reached a hand up to run it over the back of his neck. Swallowing thickly, trying to swallow over the lump in his throat that had formed. Guess his wishes might not actually come true. Not everything can come true.

He shuffled around and shifted back onto his chair, in front of the drums he was playing. What did this kid need to pick up for a teacher? That didn't seem right. He managed to stifle a light laugh. "How are ye' supposed t' pick up somethin' here? This is the band room. Thought ye' would have gone t' another class besides this room for pickin' things up," he chortled.

He could tell this was Mark, now he could tell now. Especially with that shit-eating grin he had plastered on his face. He just decided to play along for a bit, even though he basically knew well that the other was indeed who he said he was.

The Irishman was definitely surprised that Mark turned out to be someone like this. He now remembered he'd seen the red hair every now and then. He remembered when it used to be pink and blue. But he thought the red suited him more. He smiled and twirled around the drumsticks he had in his hands.

A content smile formed in his face when the other complimented his drum playing. "Since this year is kickin' off, we're workin' on playin' music for the assembly that's comin' up. So I need t' work on my drum part for the songs. And every now and then I start t' play somethin' else," he shrugged his shoulders gently. Dammit, him and his thick accent. Did Mark like it? That was the one of the things he was worried about. Could he bear to listen to his loud, obnoxious voice for the rest of his life? Could he even stand to look at him forever? All those questioned needed answers. And so he hoped that the answers he craved would come soon.

"thanks, I've been playin' drums ever since I was able t' join the band. It's a little bit hard, but it's sure as hell fun," he hummed. Perking as someone stepped in to grab their instrument. He watched as the tall male hobbled toward it. Poor guy seemed to be having a bad day. Or maybe he was just really exhausted.

The poor guy struggled to grab his things, and he made it out the classroom. He could hear a loud noise happen. Where he possibly dropped his items. He made a face and did that one little tune after something funny happens. He leaned back and reached up to card his fingers through his hair. He curiously glanced back over to Mark.

"Alright, 'not Mark' what're ye' here for? Even though ye' aren't goin' t' find anythin'," he asked. Letting himself lean on his drums as he watched the other intently. "Besides, with that shit-eatin' grin of yer's, I can tell yer' lyin' t' me. Not many people from band stumble in here just for grabbin' things for teachers. They basically only come in here and listen t' someone practice," he smirked proudly. Sliding off of his seat as he placed down the drumsticks he had resting in his hands.

"So I basically just goofed yer' little lie," he said proudly. He puffed out his chest a bit. He stepped towards the other, wanting to be close. He also wanted a closer look at his features. The guys deep chocolate eyes were something he could easily get lost in. His strong jaw, his mouth, everything was amazing. He thought his soulmate would be a person that looked average. He hadn't expected him to look so handsome... And now that he was standing close to him, he nearly fussed when he noticed his soulmate was indeed taller than him. Oh come on, the guy was technically short! And the fact that he was smaller than this buff guy made him feel a bit unhappy. But oh well, he was pleased to have this guy to probably.

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I would absolutly love to do a Cecilos thread >w<