Me Plus You ♡ s.m. + m.f.

{140} Random Encounters at the Mall

"Displaced toe knuckle? Is that even a thing that can happen to someone!?"

"I don't even know, bro. I don't know."

"God probably brought his ear all the way down through the ozone just so he could hear the fuckin' bullshit of a lie you were about to tell!" Jack laughed, "I'm screamin'. If you're gonna lie, you need to learn how to lie, my child. That was unfortunate for you."

"Yeah, I know, my intelligence has deceived me."

Together, they strolled out of Bath & Body Works with another two little bags, entering the flow of the crowd once again.

Jack sighed, mentally pained by the feeling of lightness in his wallet, "Damn, I really cashed out. I'm done. I'm really gonna have an aneurysm."

"I need to go home and sleep for the rest of the day." Mark hummed. He glanced over his shoulder at a man and woman who'd almost seemed to have been following them from a distance since they'd gotten there. "Hey, those people are following us, I think."

"Who? What people?"

Mark stopped and nodded in their direction, "Guy, tall lady."

Stopping to talk about people possibly following you is probably the worst thing to do when people actually are following you, and Mark realized that as the two people approached them from behind.

"Excuse me?" The man called.

The boys bickered for a moment over whether or not he was talking to them, or if they should even turn around, but another "Excuse me, sir?" came from the man and Mark finally faced him, quirking an eyebrow in confusion.

"Sorry to interrupt," The tall woman faced Mark, "We noticed you as soon as you came in earlier, and couldn't help but observe you. It's just your long hair, eyes, skin, body type, height, style - everything is absolutely gorgeous! How old are you, if you don't mind me asking? what race are you? How tall!?"

"Ooh, thank you... I'm sixteen, mixed - half Korean, half white. Uh, I was 5"11 last time I was measured..."

"Perfect!" The man chirped, "Ever had any experience in modeling?"

"N-no?"

"Well, you'd be absolutely perfect for it, and with your looks you could really make yourself a career out of it! If you're interested, give us a call!" Both introduced themselves and handed the Asian boy legitimate business cards and flyers for a local modeling agency before happily strutting away, leaving both boys confused.

"Daaaaaamn. You interested? Wanna be a model?" Jack asked curiously, glancing up at his fiancé.

Mark shrugged, "I don't know."

A/N: Hmm, should Mark try modeling?