Training Wheels

Riding Down, Riding Down

Today marks day number 398 of crushing on Mark Fischbach. Call me crazy, but I love this man.

Jack set his pencil down, signaling he was done with the test. His leg bounced up and down with impatience. Today was the day he was going to tell Mark, a tall, built trumpet player that he had had a crush on him for over a year.

Jack looked over at Mark whose back was facing him. And even though Jack couldn't see his face, he knew that on the other side, it was heaven. A heaven filled with a voice as smooth as butter, deeper than the Mariana Trench, muscles of steel, those chocolate brown eyes, and even the slightest hint of stubble. A heaven Jack had loved for exactly three hundred and ninety eight days.

"Okay class, pencils down," the teacher said, standing up at his desk and signaling to put the tests up there. "I'm sure half of you failed seeing as your reviews were not that great." Jack clenched his jaws together, knowing he was one of those people that didn't do well.

He made his way up to the front, being pushed by some of the students so they could put their tests away exactly two point five seconds before Jack's. His foot caught a desk leg, and Jack's body went flying foward. And as his fingers barely  grazed the cold tile floor, a strong arm was wrapped around his waist, and was pulling Jack back on his feet.

"Oh thank you-" Jack stopped talking. He turned to see it was Mark who had caught him from embarrassment. "M-Mark?" Jack breathed out, looking down at the arm that was still holding him.

"You're welcome uh... Sean is it?" Mark asked, briefly letting go of the boy and setting his test on the desk. Jack internally started to freak out at the fact that Mark knew his name. Okay, Jack wasn't his real name, it was Sean, but he preferred the nickname over the other... well, unless his real name was being voiced by Mark.

"Ah y-yeah," Jack stuttered, setting his test on the desk as well. "I didn't think you knew me."

"Well, not personally I guess, but I do know you from the stage crew and theater class," Mark said, pointing out the two biggest things Jack was known for.

"That's gay Mark!" someone from the back of the room yelled. The boy's turned their heads to see a corner of kids laughing their asses off. Jack just frowned but Mark replied back.

"Well if it's gay to help someone from not falling, then yes, it was gay." Jack's face flushed red, and he took a small step back from Mark. The class laughed at Mark's reply, but he honestly didn't really care. His feet paced him back to his desk, and so did Jack's. They were separated, by seven feet approximately. Jack hated that distance, but he couldn't really help it, since the teacher had arranged seating, and Mark wouldn't want to go near a nerdy theater kid no matter the lied compliments he had said previously.

Everything is a lie.

-Time Skip-

Jack raced to the auditorium, his hand clenched to the ridiculously heavy textbooks he had to carry with him everywhere. He was late to auditions for the play they were doing that trimester; Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. It was a play Jack had always dreamed of being in, even if he didn't get one of the main roles. He did hope he would be able to play as Caractacus Potts though, seeing as he was the handsome protagonist that got with the really rich and lady, Truly Scrumptious.

If only it was a really rich and handsome gentleman...

"So-... sorry I'm late Miss... Pattingale," Jack breathed out, setting his bag and books on a chair. The teacher whose name was Miss Pattingale smiled and turned to Jack.

"I see you decided on auditioning," she said in a kind tone. Jack nodded his head. "Very well then McLoughlin. Which part?"

"Caractacus Potts... I have my song too," Jack replied shyly. "How-how many people have auditioned for that part if I may ask?"