Chapter Three- Arrival

                                    

                                          
The airport wasn't far from where Jack's apartment was, but he still had to leave extra early, so he wouldn't miss his flight. He slung his green bag over his shoulder, and waved off the taxi, then proceeded into the already busy airport. Tourists wandered the airport, some pointing at Jack's mess of green on his head. A group of teenage girl ran up to Jack, decked out in gamer tees, and ripped black jeans. He forced a smile at them, still too tired to show his usual enthusiasm.  
                          
After the fangirls dispersed, Jack continued on to board his plane. Mark had purchased Jack a first class ticket, the action making Jack blush slightly. Jack combed back his green waves with his fingers, and walked to a few seat along the wall, so he could look out the windows. Although slightly terrified of heights, Jack liked the view from above. A small yawn escaped his lips, and he drifted off to sleep before the plane was even in the air. 
                          
Jack woke up about two hours into the flight, gasping for air. Nightmares. Again. Like the night before, any memory of them was gone when he opened his eyes. The only thing telling him about the nightmares was the thin coat of sweat on his forehead, short of breath, and burning feeling in his gut. An older gentleman sitting a few rows from him flashed him a weary look, setting a glass of some kind of alcohol on the table in front of him. Jack undid his seatbelt, which he didn't remember buckling, and leaned forward on the small table in front of him. He had to say, first class was rather convenient. A woman walked over to him with a tray of liquors, and a crystal clean glass. 
                          
"Care for a drink, sir?" She asked, almost too politely. 
                          
"Scotch, please."
                          
"Of course, sir."
                          
"Jack."
                          
"Excuse me?"
                          
"My name is Jack."
                          
"Of course, s... Jack."
                          
She poured the drink and glided away. Jack downed the drink, and set the glass back on the table. He closed his eyes, resting his chin on his crossed arms. The dreams left him exhausted, and he quickly drifted back to sleep. A light pat on his shoulders stirred him awake. It was the older gentleman, and small smile on his pale lips. 
                          
"We'll be flying over Los Angeles soon."
                          
"Thank you."
                          
Jack leaned forward, looking out the small window. Vast blue ocean flew past, reflecting against his similar, yet more captivating eyes. The city of angels became visible after another hour of flight, lit up against the late evening sun. He smiled, goosebumps riding on his arms. He hadn't seen Mark in months. He missed his best friend, and obviously Mark missed him too. When the plane landed he called up Mark, knowing it wouldn't take him long to get there. Surprisingly, Mark was already at the exit gate when he undocked the plane. Mark leaned against a pillar, looking down at his phone, wearing his usual red and black flannel, dark blue jeans, and black Converse. His red hair looked freshly died, making him stand out even more. He looked up, flashing a large, yet small smile at Jack. Mark tucked his phone into his back pocket and ran over to his friend. 
                          
His strong arms wrapped around the small Irish bean, his strong jaw nestling into the curve of Jack's neck. Jack laughed lightly, squeezing Mark back, his small body almost crushing against Mark's strength. 
                          
"Can't... breathe," Jack joked. 
                          
Mark chuckled, a deep, magical noise that caused a few people to stop and gaze in wonder. 
                          
"I'm sorry, Jackaboy. I'm just really happy to see you."
                          
"I'm glad to see you to, bud."
                          
Mark's deep chocolate brown eyes glistened with excitement, then confusement. "Is this all you have?" He asked in his husky, warm voice. 
                          
"Just packed a weeks worth. I wasn't sure how long I was staying for."
                          
Mark's eyes flashed a little darker, a small grin creeping over his lips. "Well, we won't worry about that now," he purred in an unfamiliar voice. Yet, Jack felt as if he had heard the strange tone before. Jack laughed nervously as Mark tucked a strand of his green mess behind his ear.  "I like this new shade," Mark smiled. 
                          
Jack had dyed his hair a darker green, so it wouldn't fade as quickly. "Th-thank you," Jack stumbled. 
                          
"You're welcome, Jackaboy... come on. Let's go home."
                          
Jack nodded and followed Mark outside. 

                          
Thinking about updating every morning and evening. I have nothing else to do hahha. Anyway hope y'all are enjoying this so far. See y'all later, fellow shippers...