Jackson is getting stressed. Things are tense at home, because his father is pressuring him. Only one week until the competition, and he hadn't been more than one day to the school's practice room.
But his father worries more about him not nailing the modern moves at home.
"Mark I really need to go in. Do you even have a heart?" He enquired holding his CD with the track he'll dance too in it.
"Don't talk as if you actually had one." A voice states sternly from behind him, and he turns only to see Mark's back leaving with quick steps.
"Finally!" He smiles, though he isn't really enthusiastic about practicing today.
Plan I worked. I think?
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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.
