"Appa, I will be home early enough to go to practice I promise," Jackson reassures his father through the phone, heading to the practice room.
"Yeah, don't worry. I got it all covered." He lies, because the truth is he hasn't practiced any part of his choreography because of a certain boy.
"Markie could we practice together?" Jackson offers to which the younger scoffs from the other side.
"What age do you think I am?" Jackson hesitates, but Mark laughs humorlessly. "Its not as if you cared to know."
"But Ma-
"Go away Jackson." And with that, their little conversation is over.
Plan H epic fail.
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Access: Denied (Markson AU)
Short StoryIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
