A/N: Welcome to Markson one shots. Requests are open! Enjoy!
Jackson's pov
My hands were shaking as they moved through the soft pieces of hair. I wa never nervous like this, I hadn't even been this nervous when I met the guy I was going on the date with tonight.
*flashback*
I pulled my SnapBack off of my head and ruffled my dark hair into my eyes. I began moving forward stutter my signature walk. I was calm and collected. I made it to the other side of the room with ease, where I saw him standing in the first place. His hair was dyed red, but his black roots were coming back in. His eyes were coated in a thin layer of black eyeliner, he looked flawless. His thin hands searched aimlessly through the pile of t-shirts he was looking through.
I slid in next to him and pretended to be interested in a short just out of my reach. I turned to the boy next to me, and smiled, well, more accurately, I smirked. "Could you help me get that shirt down?" I asked innocently? As he did so, I watched his arms stretch up and flex in the air. Wow. I was honestly proud of myself for spotting this guy, he was so attractive.
He tuned to me giving me a smile. His eyes lit up when he did so."Here you go." He handed me the shirt and I thanked him. As his hand was leaving mine, I slid a small slip of white paper into the hand of the boy in front of me.
The small paper read my phone number and nothing else. I began walked past him as he began to notice the paper in his hand, I was feet behind him when he looked up and yelled "Wait! What's your name?" I chuckled softy in order to mask how humiliated I was that I hadn't written that down. So much for a dramatic exit, but I tried to play it off cooly, maybe even mysteriously. "I'm Jackson. Nice to meet you." With that small sentence j spun on my heel leaving the stranger in awe behind me.
*end*
I was shocked when j got a text later that day. "I'm Mark." Was all it read. I hastily repainted and we talked, but nothing much was said, the j my important part of the conversation is when I asked if he would be willing to go on a date with me. He for reasons unknown to me agreed. So here we are.
I managed to adjusting my hair despite all the shaking. I wore my favourite black jeans, and a long sleeve Grey sweater. I put on black boots and began to walk out the door grabbing my keys and black jacket in the process. I stepped into my car and began driving to the spot Mark told me he would meet me.
When I arrived, I was surprised at his risky spot for first date. Risky, first Becusse it was in a park, with little benches and brick pathways. It was cold outside, and he was willing to risk that, and secondly, Becusse most people want a distraction I'm the first date , in case things go wrong, but he trusted that we would accompany each other. I respected that.
I went and sat on a bench in the park and an unfamiliar figure with chestnut coloured hair strolled in after getting out of his black Buick. The figure wore black jeans and a matching turtle neck, he outside of that, had a red jacket. The figure raised its head as it walked. It was Mark. I stood to fast and wiped my hands in my legs, hoping they wouldn't be too sweaty.
"What happened to your hair?" He recoiled at my words. "Do you not like it?" He asked concern in his eyes. "Oh no I like it , I like it a lot. Just wonder wrong why you'd bother." He via alt calmed at my words. "Oh the roots were starting to show and I wanted a change." He said, he continued, "Shall we?" And he motioned forward with his hand. We bagan walking.
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"No no" I said laughing at the boys comment, needing to explain myself to him. "I said I don't think I'm bad looking, but I also don't think I'm good looking." His eyes widened. "Are you kidding me right now?" Mark questioned. "If you're serious I'm going to hit you." As he looked at me, leaving the empty threat in the air all I could think was how cute his pale face looked as the soft breeze whipped against it, making his checks and rise redden. I snapped back to his threat and spoke up. "Looks like you'll have to hit me then becuase Hm very serious. "Hm. He said. "I'd rather do this."
Mark took his left hand and clasped my right in it intertwining our fingers and used our hands being pressed together to turn me and pull me closer to him. I immediately felt warmer. I snaked my cold left hand around his small waist, and be unlocked out finger brining his small cold hand up to my cheek locking the tip of his thumb around where my jawline meets my ear. It seemed to fit perfectly there. He leaned in slowly, and kissed me. Not with force of need, but curiously and attraction. There was no fireworks to it, the technicalities of the kiss I mean, within me there were plenty, but it was simple and appreciative, it communicated everything I couldn't say through words.
I pulled away slowly and was hoping to go back in, but he stopped me and looked at me. Longer than one would assume, straight into the eyes and the need to jump around from excitement seemed to fill me. But he simply said "I'll help you see it."as he pecked my lips one more time.
I traced my pinky down the outside of his hand, eventually allowing it to settle between marks fingers all my fingers fell into place next to his. And we Walked again
A/N: sorry this is short and crappy, but I just wanted to get the story out there feel free to request
