Jackson giggles.
"I'm nowhere near flawless Mark. But you are. And you're gonna help me." Jackson grins walking up to him, who is eyeing him blankly.
"But why would you ask the anti-social nerdy pianist of the school to help the popular heartbreaker artist?" Mark asks eyebrow quirked and Jackson laughs softly.
"You have a gift hem performing I don't. I want you to help me find it." He confesses and Mark approaches him, surprising them both.
"A gift?"
"Yes. Emotion. When I see you playing, it feels like you are pouring your emotions and everything into the song. And that's a gift." Jackson compliments sincerely and Mark blushes.
"I have no such gift...
But I'll help you."
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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.
