Me Plus You ♡ s.m. + m.f.

{185} Airport Juice

"I hope you get left in Disney World, honestly ." Jack stuck his tongue out at his older brother as they made their way toward the doors of the airport. The sky was still completely dark at 4 in the morning, the only light coming from the bright street lamps that decorated and illuminated the huge parking lot.

"I hope you get lost forever. Then we wont have to deal with you anymore and I can turn your room into a music studio." Malcolm retorted, sticking his foot out in front of Jack as they walked, making him stumble a bit.

"Ow! Mommy!" Jack whined as he ran to catch up with their parents.

"Hey, get it together, guys. Malcolm, be nice." Padraig snapped, whipping his head around to look at his two teenage boys. "I don't want to tell you again, so act right." He lectured them, making Florrie laugh,

"I'm really hoping you two can somewhat get along for the next few days. It'll be easier on all of us."

"I hope I'm nowhere near him the whole time we're in Florida. And I sure as hell don't want the misfortune of having to sit by him on the plane!" Jack whined, resulting in Malcolm wrapping his arm around his shoulders.

"Aww, I'll try my best to sit next to you then, little bro." He smirked, shaking his hair away from his face as Jack shrugged him off.

"I'd honestly rather kill myself, thanks."

They walked through the doors, dragging their luggage behind them as they made their way over to a seating lounge with couches, tables and chairs all around the area.

"I'm really thirsty! Can somebody buy me juice from somewhere?" Jack innocently glanced between his family members, waiting for someone to volunteer their time and money.

Malcolm snorted and rolled his eyes, "There's a water fountain over there," He nodded to a grey drinking fountain way across the other side of the large room. "Go getchu a drank."

"I don't like water. I need a real beverage, thanks."

Sighing in frustration, the grey haired man gave them a look. "Malcolm, just buy him some fuckin' juice! God."

"Why can't you just buy your own motherfuckin' drink? I don't wanna!"

"Malcolm, just go get my fuckin' juice, you baboon!"

"I hate you." Malcolm mumbled, snatching his backpack off the floor and slinging it over his shoulder and angrily making his way deep into the airport in search of a place to buy a drink before Jack had the chance to tell him what he wanted.

The angry 18-year-old stumbled across a small McDonald's, and waited in line for over 10 minutes before he made it to the front counter and ordered a small Mountain Berry Powerade.

"Uh, Could a get a few salt packets as well?" He asked  the cashier, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

She nodded in suspicion and grabbed a few small, white packets off the counter behind her and slid them over to him.

"Thanks." He swiped them off the counter and slowly walked back to his family, using his free hand to tear open each salt packet and pour them into the drink.

"Yay! Thank you for the juice Malcolm." Jack cheered, accepting the cup and looking through the top, "WHat flavor is it?"

"Blue. That's the only juice they had at McDonald's and I didn't feel like going anywhere else."

Malcolm grinned mischievously and watched Jack take a sip of the drink. He burst out laughing as Jack's facial expression contorted into one of disgust, and before he could move out the way, Jack yanked him by the collar of his jacket and spit the drink directly into his eyes.

"Ow! What the hell did you do that for!?"

"You know why! I know you fuckin' put something in that juice! Fuck you!"

"Well you didn't have to spit it in my fuckin' face, you ruthless animal!"

The bickering went on for another minute or so, and the attention of several people in the area was now on them as they continued to disrupt the peace.

"Don't touch me! Get off!" Jack cried, trying to break free from his older brother's tight grip on his wrist that was becoming tighter. "Malcolm, you're hurting me!"

"Good!"

"Hey!" Padraig snapped again, yanking Malcolm away from Jack, sending Jack running into Florrie's arms and sitting himself on her lap, "If you two don't quit fightin', I swear to God I'll beat both your asses!"

He didn't know why he always threatened them like this, cause it never worked no matter how harshly he threatened to punish them. Sighing, he sunk back in his seat and ran his hands over his face in frustration.

"Don't want them to think we're terrorists." Florrie whispered in her son's ear, making them both laugh.

"What time do we actually get on the plane?"

"Sometime between 7:30 and 8:00."

It wasn't long before Jack spotted Mark and Clifton tiredly walking toward them, and he jumped up and bolted in their direction to greet them.

"Yay! I missed you honeybun.." Jack sighed, wrapping his arms around Mark's waist and resting his head against him.

"I missed you, too! I love you!" 

"I love you more!"

"Noo!"

In just seconds they shared many kisses and Jack began to feel happier. Just being in his fiancé's arms made him forget all about being thirsty and his almost-brawl with Malcolm no more than 10 minutes ago.

Mark pulled the sleeves of his school baseball team sweatshirt slightly over his hands and grinned down at the small boy who reached up and played with his long, wavy black hair.

"What flavor gum do you have? It tastes like lime." Jack raised an eyebrow, shocked that Mark was chewing another flavor of gum besides mint, as usual.

"It's key lime pie!"

Jack innocently rocked back on his heels, "I want lime gum!"

The Asian boy chucked and pulled the gum he was chewing from his mouth and handed it to Jack, who happily chewed it.

"Woah, gross." Malcolm mumbled sarcastically, receiving a nasty glare from Jack.

Jack mouthed the word, 'die', before sassily turning back around and following their group to the luggage check-in counter.

A/N: Shoutout to my best friend @TheFabulousBunny for giving me the idea for this chapter, haha! If y'all aren't already reading her one shot book, you should go read it! She's a real G!