“Hi,” Jackson greeted him and Mark closed his mouth again. An awkward silence fell upon them. But it might just have been Mark feeling it, because the other looked completely at ease.

“Hi,” he finally greeted back, feeling the awkwardness on every level of the word. Jackson however, had smiled widely, as if by saying that one word, the world had become a better place. If anything, it had taken Mark a bit back, because who smiled like that?

“What are you doing?” the other had asked, as if it wasn't obvious when there was a book in Mark's hands.

“Reading,” Mark had answered slowly, catching himself in thinking the other might be slightly daft. He quickly brushed the assumption aside as it wasn't nice to judge people that quickly.

“Which book?”Jackson had continued, his smile still really really wide. Mark looked down at the book in reflex, to look at the cover. It was a beautiful book.

“The Left Hand of God,” he answered still looking at the book. He could feel himself smiling a fond smile. It was a good book, though disgusting at times.

Jackson had let out a curious noise. “I didn't think you would like those types of books.”

“Huh?” Mark had asked unintelligibly.

Crappy description and title is crap...

Anyways, my first Markson story. Oneshot...

The first one I'm finishing anyways.

But yeah, I would ask you to ignore the crappy title and description, because I'm no good at them.

I need help, but I don't feel like asking for help atm, so this is what it ended up with...

I know what you're thinking, you think I'm awesome ;) (I bet my virtual cookies and ice cream that that wasn't what you were thinking)

anyways, I'll probably update tomorrow or later tonight.

Peace out (^_^)v