𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭 ❥ FACK || [COMPLETED]

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

THURSDAY - STAGE - 9:23 AM

"Finn, c'mon, man!" Malcom called, gesturing his hand to the direction of the back of the stage.

"Coming!" Finn called back, turning back to Jack briefly. "You gonna be OK while I'm setting up?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be? I can totally stay still for three hours." Jack laughed.

Finn eyed him up and down before grinning, shocking Jack when he suddenly grabbed him and put him in a headlock, using his knuckle to rub his fluffy head of hair.

"OWIE — OK I'll be good!" Jack whined playfully.

Finn laughed hysterically and let go, Jack mumbling to himself and rubbing the pain away from his head.

"I promise I'll be back soon, Babe." Finn hushed, kissing the top of Jacks head.

And with that, he was running backstage, leaving jack alone in the middle of the front stage.

OK, Jack thought to himself. I'll just try and entertain myself, this place must have something to do.

And as soon as Finn left, so did Jack, going off into wherever the fuck he was going to find out if there was anything to do to detain his boredom.

As Jack looked around the area, he saw a huge football field, bordered off by loads of iron railings that would contain hundreds of fans like animals in their pens.

As Jack smiled to himself and started running to the exit, a security guard had stopped him; leaning his arm out in front of the exit to block Jacks escape. Jack looked around before back at the security guard, an eyebrow raised and a confused expression hit onto his face.

"Hello?" Jack laughed awkwardly.

The man grunted. "You shouldn't be here yet, the show starts in three hours." His voice was firm and deep, threatening.

"Uh — I'm not a fan—"

"Then why are you here?" He asked sternly.

At this point Jack could admit he was practically shitting himself. The man was big, muscly and scary, and Jack was shaking and looking around for any sign of anyone who would help. Luckily, a woman snagged his gaze, smiling in amusement and nodding, running over to the pair quickly.

"Excuse me, sir! He's, Finn Wolfhards accomplice." She squeaked, her voice fragile and sweet.

"I'll need that information from, Mister, Wolfhard, himself." He grunted again. "This way."

Jack did as told and followed behind, the woman winking as he walked past her, which Jack kindly replied to with a thumbs up and mouthing 'thank you'.

The security guard pushed past the boxes and the guitars, spotting Finn and making his way over to him. Finn was currently talking to Ayla, probably about staging and props. When Ayla saw the security guard and Jack, she pointed to the behind of Finn, making Finn raise an eyebrow in confusion as she snuck away.

"Finn."

Finn turned around to the staggering voice, his eyes widening only slightly when he saw a security guard with Jack right next to him.