Fix Me (Septiplier) || The Boy Trap Book 2

Chapter 20 - Future

July 1st, 2020

Jack's POV

"You have everything packed?" Mark picked up one of my suit cases.

"Yeah!" I forced a smile.

"Hey, are you alright?" He set down my suit case and walked over, putting his hands on my waist.

"I'm just... Nervous." I played with the hem of my shirt anxiously.

"Why?" He put his hand on my cheek, his eyes full of concern and care.

"You grew up with these cousins, they're a huge part of your life. I want to make a good impression. I'm so scared to meet them..." I hugged him loosely and lay my head on his shoulder.

"It's okay! You're talented and beautiful, you're a lead in your first movie! That never happens! You're recording an album of music you wrote all on your own to be published, and with just the few leaked songs people already love you. But I love you more than they ever will, and I know you can do this. We'll be okay." He said softly. "We're going to have a great weekend, see some fireworks, then we can come home and relax." He kissed the shell of my ear.

"I know there's a firework show, but are we lighting fireworks off at your Aunt's house on Fourth of July?" My voice shook slightly.

"Yeah, if that's okay?" Mark ran his hand up and down my back.

"That's f-fine... No spinning fireworks." I muttered.

"Spinning fireworks?" He asked.

"The ones you light on the ground and they spin and shoot up into the air. Please don't light any of those..." I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

"Okay, I won't." He hugged me quickly then pulled away. "Come on! We have to make our flight!" He grabbed my suit case and carried it out. I grabbed my carry on and followed him outside. The sky was a dark blue, the sun hadn't risen yet and it was super early in the morning. His family and my dad got in his parent's car, I climbed in the front of Mark's car.

"What took you so long!" Molly complained in mock annoyance.

"Had to double check a few things." I buckled in.

"Like the size of Mark's-"

"No!" I interrupted Felix, rolling my eyes. Mark hopped in the front, buckling in and starting the car.

We drove down to the airport, following Mark's parent's car and listening to the radio. Finally, just as the sun peeked over the horizon, we found a parking spot in the parking garage and made our way down to the airport.

"I can't wait to go home again! I miss Ohio, so pretty there." Molly sighed happily.

"I love Cincinnati, I haven't seen my cousins for a couple years and I'm so excited to see them!" Mark grinned happily.

"I hope I don't look stupid." I ran a hand through my still green hair. The director asked me to keep it for my part.

"You don't look stupid. I like your hair." Mark ruffled my hair. "I wish I could've kept the red, but my hair was falling out. Maybe I'll dye it again someday." He sighed.

I stayed silent as we walked towards airport security, looking around at all the businessmen and families going on vacation. We dropped off our bags and got in line for security. I stayed close to Mark, anxiously looking anywhere but at the large machines and security. Suddenly a large, buff security guard came up behind me.

"Are there any weapons or sharp objects in your bag?" He asked sternly. My jaw dropped as I tried to speak but nothing came out.

"No, sir, it's just-" Mark tried to speak but the guard shot him a glare, pausing him mid sentence.