All The Way

Chapter One: The City of Angels

I woke up to the smell of freshly roasted coffee, and the tweet of the city birds outside my window. I stretched my tired limbs, a frown on my face. Another dreadful day of school. I swung my legs over the side of my bed, yawning loudly. The gray carpeting was warm against my bare feet as I walked across my room to go out into the hall.

"Jack, is that you?"

"Yes, mom," I sighed, tiredly.

"Would you like some coffee, love?"

"Of course," I smiled as I walked into the kitchen area of our decent sized apartment.

She smiled at me brightly, giggling at my attire: a single pair of flamingo print shorts. She turned to the coffee machine, and poured me a cup, adding a good amount of cream before handing it over.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, sweety. You look absolutely awful this morning," she chuckled.

I furrowed my thick brow at her, then laughed hollowly. "Thanks, mom."

"Homework and videos are really draining you, Jack. You should take a break with the YouTube stuff for now," she said, a concerned look in her eyes.

"Mom, I can't take a break right now. My channel is really kicking off! I got almost ten thousand views on my last video!"

"Really? That's good... I just... make sure you get eight hours of sleep, or else... I'll, uh... make you socialize."

I almost spat out my coffee in a fit of laughter, causing her to break into a small chuckle. "Oh no, mom! Anything but socializing!" I gasped sarcastically.

She smiled and waved me off, "You best be gettin' ready, Jacksepticeye."

I stuck my tongue out at her, and took another sip from the coffee cup, before heading over to the bathroom.

The warm, smooth water washing over my body soothed my tense, tired muscles. The water ran through my short, chocolate brown hair, and over my thick eyelashes onto my flushed, pale skin. Once out of the shower, I quickly changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, faded Converse, and a Shadow of the Colossus t-shirt. I ruffled my hair, brushed my teeth, grabbed my headphones and backpack off my desk chair, and ran out the front door, waving goodbye to mom.

Our apartment was only a few blocks from my high school, and also a short drive to my mom's work. We had moved to L.A. because my mom's advertising agency had sent her to run a new headquarters in L.A. Overall, the job would be really good for us. But for now we were living in an apartment similar to the one we had in Ireland.

I got to Lincoln High School just as the bell rang, giving me one minute to get to class before I would be marked as late. Again. Luckily, my first period was theater, and Mr. Avidan was one of the very few people who liked me at school. He was a young teacher, but knew some shit about theater. He sat on the edge of the stage as I came in just after they finished saying the Pledge of Allegiance. He ruffled his crazy mess of brown hair, smiling brightly as I walked in.

"Glad to have you here, Mr. McLoughlin," he said, his high voice making me smile.

"Thanks," I mumbled, and took my usual seat at the back of the room.

A few juniors and underclassmen riddled the large theater seats, as Mr. Avidan waited for the usual stragglers to arrive. A group of seniors walked in, talking loudly, and on their phones. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to avoid eye contact with the douchebags. They sat three rows in front of me, the group of twelve or so seniors still talking and texting, as Mr. Avidan begun his lesson.

"Today, we'll begin our work on partner scenes!" The class all began to talk, trying to pick who they would partner up with. "Now, now! Don't get your panties in a bunch, but I have chosen who you will be partnered with."

"Hey, Mr. A, you can't do that!" one of the seniors complained in a slight accent. He was by far the most popular in the group, but I could quite remember his name.

"Felix, I'm your teacher. I can do whatever the hell I want," Mr. Avidan said bluntly.

I chuckled, drawing the eyes of the entire group. Felix glared at me, brushing his dusty gold hair from his eyes. His girlfriend tugged at his shoulder, whispering into his ear with her calming, sweet little voice. They all turned back around, except for one. Mark Fischbach. His deep, warm brown eyes hovered on my bright blue eyes, a smirk on his smooth, pink lips. He turned back around, ruffling his dark brown, short waves on top of his head. The twist in my stomach disappeared when he turned around, allowing me to breathe again. The senior always managed to take my breath away.

Felix is a dick. What's new? Hhaha jk! Anyway, hope you fellow shippers enjoy the story so far. Do you like Dan as the theater teacher! I think it's perfect Hhaha