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REQUESTED! Twister {Septiplier}

Jack was going to visit Mark again in L.A. He was excited but also nervous, the only other times he got to see Mark was at conventions.

Currently, he was on an airplane, waiting for what seemed like forever to get to L.A.

A flight attendant came down the isle with a cart.

"Would you like anything sir?" She asked.

"Black coffee, please?"

"Sure thing!"

She served him his coffee and went along serving other passengers. When she finished, she came back up to Jack and started talking to him.

"So where ya headed to?"

"I'm heading to L.A. to visit a friend."

"Interesting, where ya from?"

"From Ireland."

"Natural accent?"

"Well it changed a bit over the years, but it's all me."

"Nice to meet you. My name is Melissa."

"Sean, but everyone calls me Jack."

She smiled and walked away, leaving the green haired boy to think about Mark (and his smexyness *cough* I MEAN WHAT?) and how great a friend he was.

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The flight had landed and Jack exited the terminal. He looked at his phone and saw a new message from Mark.

"Hey, just got to the airport. I'm looking for you, I'm by baggage claim."

"Just got out of the terminal, I'll meet you there buddy."

Jack took a deep breath and walked down the long hallway of the L.A. airport. The familiar sound of rolling suitcases filled his ears. He made his way to the escalators and started his descend. He noticed the all too familiar black hair and smiled.

He walked up to Mark and tapped his shoulder, since Mark wasn't paying attention.

The tapping didn't work so Jack poked him.

Still didn't work, and Jack really didn't want to do it in the middle of an airport but it was the only way.

He took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his Irish lungs:

"TOP OF TA MORNIN TO YA LADDIES!"

"OOOOOOWWWW! Jack what the hell?!"

"Ya weren't paying attention!"

"Oops, sorry. Saw a pretzel stand."

"Good always on your mind, man."

"Yep, especially the sandwiches. The deli meat is making my mouth water. I looooove meat."

"You've said that before."

"I love meat in my mouth, I love it when it explodes with flavor in my mouth. It's the best!"

Jack's mind went dirty in a heartbeat, and he was fighting the urge to let his little pickle grow into a missile (if you catch my drift).

Mark grabbed Jack's arm and dragged him out the door to the car outside. Mark took Jack's luggage and put it in the trunk but was having difficulties closing the trunk.

"Jack, could you help me out?"

"Sure."

Jack bent over to fix the misplaced suitcase and he felt something brush against his ass. He ignored the feeling until he felt his right butt cheek getting grabbed and squeezed.