The Flip Side

Chapter 8

Hey this is a bit of a heads up but I just wanna say that I know Mark is 27 and Jack is 26 but it's an AU so a lot of the information won't be exactly "Spot on." And Mark IS in college for this one soooo.... :P Just a warning <3

Also! Long chapter! Yay! :3333333

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"God I thought I was going to spend the whole night signing those papers, my hand hurts." Jack flickering his eyes onto me, seemed to be worried an idea popped into his head and he grinned at me, stopping me in my tracks to talk.

"I can hold it for you! Give you a bandaid? Mussage? M-M....Massage? Mama! Meemee! MAMAMEME MARKI-MOO!" Each suggestion struck with a romantic pose, I gleamed my eyes greedily up and down, finally getting a good chance to see his body type. No longer being blocked by muzzles or chains or handcuffs or strap jackets, I softened my eyes to see it in full view.

His body shape was tiny, but he looked like he could be tall. Eyeing the tips of his head, I realized I was actually taller than somebody for once. Oh my god this is a miracle, thank the lord almighty-Oh...Oh he's screaming....

My hand outstretching naturally on it's own, I slipped my hand into his and raised the other onto Jack's jawline so I could turn him towards me and his smile immediately fell from the voice I used.

"Jack."

"Sorry. I just..... I'm so happy to be out. Thank you." Something tugging deep inside of me, I glanced over at Jack to see his eyes filled to the brim with thanks and warmth as they glowed with a gentle aura. He was calm.

Not realizing Jack intertwined our fingers accepting my hand, he scooched himself closer and closer until his hips bumped into mine lightly with every other step we took. I didn't mind it, and by the awed look on Jack as he stared at street lamps I'm assuming he didn't even realize.

Jack's pace slowing down I followed, keeping our hands locked he squeezed the palm of my hand tightly as he gazed at all the posters on the street lamp and the style of it itself. It was black and had curls and patterns all across it with a square lantern on the top like the 1800's.

"I haven't been out here in forever." Jack breathed out. Jack raising his opposite hand that wasn't being cuddled by me, he stroked the smooth, black paint and rubbed his hand up and down looking at in wonder and a streak of sadness tinged his eyes.

"When was the last time you were out?" This earning a depressing smile from Jack, he whipped his head towards me causing his hair to bounce and fall back on his head perfectly. That depressing grin matching the grief filled eyes and the bags exhaustion under his eyes.

"Ten years."

"What?! How old are you?! You aren't some creepily old guy whose immortal and just wanted the Perfect booty to set you free...Are you?" Jack's lips twitching upwards into a patient smile, shaking his head lightly and letting out a breath of a laugh.

"No...No I'm not." Lifting my hand and brushing my fingers against the side of his face, stroking it over and over again marvelling over how smooth it was, I managed to cup his face in my one hand and gazed at the calm, sad blue eyes looking back at me.

"So in all seriousness?" I spoke up. Careful to use my tone, Jack's face seemed to pale a small bit as a memory tossed right through his mind and he cringed away almost like he was trying not to remember something.

The silence tickling the air as my stomach rose into my throat awaiting the answer, I could feel my heart trying to crawl out of my mouth and bolt down the street into the darkness to hope he wasn't too older or younger than me.